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First Encounter (Part 1)
I walk into the room. You are already there, in casual clothes, a blouse and jeans. Just sitting on the bed. Facing the door, hands in your lap. Anticipating. Trying to relax. I sit next to you on the bed. I pat your hand in a slow, reassuring way. You start to turn your face towards me, but before you can complete the action… “Stand up in front of me. Face me. Hands at your sides, feet shoulder-width apart. It’s time to inspect your offering.” You look at me, not really comprehending. I enjoy that. The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me, but not really understanding what that will entail. I can see it in your face… the uncertainty, the questioning. You don’t say anything. But you are nervous and …
I Just Knew It Felt So Right
It was never questioned when to do it. It was never questioned why I would do it. Not to me at least. I couldn’t control it. I just knew it felt so right. From the time that I was 7 years old I knew I had an affinity for feeling like a girl. I always watched TV and would daydream about wearing dresses and makeup. By the time I put a pair of satin panties on my crotch for the first time when I was 12, I knew whatever I was doing couldn’t be so wrong if it felt this right. It felt good, I would feel my crotch zing and shiver with excitement, cool excitement as I felt the fabric shimmy up my teenage boy thighs and snugly grab and cradle my little boy …
Babysitter Fun
My name is Brayden. I am 17 years old and have brown hair and bright blue eyes. I play a bunch of different sports which keeps my body nice and athletic. I babysit for neighbours quite often. I like having a little extra pocket cash because all the money from my real job goes into my bank account. One Friday after school one of our neighbours called me, Mrs. Haynes, to see if I could babysit that night from 5-10. Apparently, Mrs. Haynes was going out with friends and Mr. Haynes was away for the weekend on a business trip. I agreed, although knowing that sometimes the Haynes’ 3 daughters could be a handful. I went over just before 5. Mrs. Haynes told me to have the kids in bed by 8. She was wearing …
Loving Ronnie
“Come here to me”, she said softly; reaching out to draw him down beside her. She smiled softly as he settled in next to her on their bed. Six years of marriage, and she still reveled in the feel of his warm skin against hers. She reached up to touch his face, lightly running her fingertips over his jaw line before pulling him closer to kiss his soft lips. She sighed gently, loving the taste of his mouth, and the feel of his lips sliding over hers. His kisses always take her breath away; each and every time. When he kisses her, it is like a balm to her soul. She bites down gently on his bottom lip, simultaneously running her tongue across it. The sound of his quiet moan goes straight to her pussy, …
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9-7 Franny’s DP
This one is uploaded separately, rather than in a book. Let me know which way you prefer. Thx All characters over the age of 18 This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books1-8) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense. Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba. Chapter 9-7 – Franny’s DP by StackofBooks (1204 words) Franny, with baby Robert to consider and look after, had more or less finished playing the field, and she and Chris were very much committed to …
Her Fall Festival costume
Her Costume Showed It All Many years ago, when my beautiful wife was much younger, she was a volunteer at the local pre-school. It was the Fall Festival, and all the volunteers were assigned booths for the kids to dunk for apples or find toys and win small prizes. The festival was the school’s version of Trick or Treating without the goblins or scary costumes. It was a last-minute decision by my wife to work one of the game booths. She had planned to just help organize the event. But she could, if needed, step in to assist in the areas that needed an extra hand when the festival got underway. It turned out that they were one person short to staff a game booth, so she took that spot. She really hadn’t taken the …
mums friend jan
Painting mums friends house. I was home from uni for the holiday and mum had found me sum odd jobs round the town to earn some money like garden work etc. Then one morning she told me Jan, one of her friends needed her bedroom painted. Now Jan lives outer town a bit so mum said I’d have to stay the night. Now since I was about 13, I had a strange crush on her even though she is bout 10 years older than my mum and slightly over weight i’ve always been turn on by her revealing clothes. We pack up and drive over to her place after a cup of coffee mum leaves and I notice, even with Jan reaching 60 and her body getting out of shape she still makes me hard. …
Romeo and Juliet
I’m scared. I dont remember what happend. All I know is I was heading out for work and when I turned to lock my door something blinded me and there was a funny smell. Now I’m here lying down, I think on bed. Its dark. There’s something covering my eyes. I can’t move my arms. They are tied together with something that burns my wrists when I move. Ohhhh no. I hear footsteps…someone’s coming. “Well. It’s about fucking time. I thought you’d never wake up. This is my first time using chemcials to grab a girl. Usually I just hit ’em really hard but…you’re way to pretty to hit.” The man laughs as he sits next to me. His hand casually caress my leg. I shudder. His touch feels like ice. “Please. Please. I’ll give …
Sensations_(0)
It was a beautiful evening and after dinner I went to the cliffs overlooking the beach, to sit and gaze at the rippling waters of the evening sunset. Just sitting there in the darkness which was fast approaching and feeling the rest of me at ease with myself, it was hard to believe that anyhting else was more important. My hair was in my face and some of it had even penetrated inside of me, that is the little ones and as I moved a little bit, the hairs would move with me which in turn started to make me tremble a bit. I knew what I wanted and was sending messages to the rest of my body that the mood was fast approaching for some exquisite sensations to happen. It was not long before …
The First Time Part (one)
This is my first story and my true fantasy how i would like my first experience to be, so i hope you like it and try not to be too harsh with me i am a little sensitive. I hope the theme covers all without offending too many of you cute ladies and women or girls… Love you all and hope you enjoy. The First Time We Were Alone. As I lay you down and kiss you passionately until the faint moans try to escape your throat. My hands explore your body until I find your pert tiny breasts that attracted me to your slim petite frame. How your silky clothes cling to your sensual hips. My erection is trying to escape my trousers as we embrace even closer, I can feel you arousing through …
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Too good to be True: My best friend Samantha
I was never really the type of guy that was considered “popular” or “cool”, just an average kid in highschool, with his own circle of friends. I don’t have a monster penis or jacked muscles. A normal 6 inch cock is what I’ve had then and what I have now. The weird part about me is that in my circle of friends, I have WAY more girl friends than regular guy friends, but then again, I’m not really the ladies’ man. By no means am I fucking all these girls, though I’d love to. I did have a good regular friend I hung out with. His name’s John. John and I would hang out, play video games together, etc. but most of the times, it’s me and atleast 3-5 girls. Always. My Best friends are …
The Manhattan Experiement
–This is a true story that happened over summer this year. Please comment. My cell phone started vibrating. I reached down into my jeans, digging it out. I liked the look of tighter jeans and it was sort of a trade off since i could never get my phone out of my pocket. “Simon! Please come over. I need someone to hang out with. Its a friday night and im all alone.” “Dude, calm down Kenton youre vice sounds like shit when you scream at me.” “Sorry, anyways my dad had to go to work and my mom is out all night with my aunt. Want to hang out. its all right with them.” Kenton said. “Yeah sure let me ask my parental figures.” i said. —- Kenton was my best friend for about 4 …
Mistress in Training
Nineteen year old Samantha pulled against the restraints tied to her hands as her room mate and Mistress; Paige abused her vagina with her strap on toy. In her passion, Paige was barking rude and abusive comments toward Sam, knowing that it was turning her on. Bright red hand prints were glowing on Sam’s slender backside, remnants of Paige’s passion and control she had over Sam. In a very heated climax, both young ladies collapsed in orgasmic bliss. Paige slowly untied the restraints around the wrists of her sex toy, Sam, and moved up her body. Pressing the tip of the toy onto Sam’s lips, and Sam obediently opened her lips, cleaning the hard, rubber toy with her lips and tongue. 25 years later Sam walked barefoot out the door as Boris her dog tagged …
The Three Megans Part 2
Hey Guys, Thanks for the positive votes, here’s that part two I promised! The theater was a little cold, even for me. There was only one other couple in it, but I doubt they were even watching the movie. It was some cheesy romantic with some predictable ending. I guess that was the reason she chose this movie. Megan H. was really going to town with this one. I hardly paid attention to the movie; all that I really cared about right then was Megan’s head, bobbing up and down. I took in the feeling. Her lips covering her teeth, applying a little pressure but not too much. She took as much as she could then gently slid back up. She repeated that quite a few times. Eventually she started deep-throating me. The feeling was …
Experimentation_(2)
Mike always knew that he loved to be spanked. As a child, he would get into trouble at school deliberately so his busty blonde second grade teacher, Miss Spencer would give him five whacks on the rear end. However Mike kept his secret fetish to himself. After all, the girls he had been dating were too normal to expose this secret. They just wouldn’t understand! Mike had been dating Beth for 3 months. That was a long term commitment in his life! She was one of the longest relationships he’d ever had. Something about her was just right and maybe she was even the one for marriage. Mike couldn’t keep his mind off of her, he thought about her 24 hours a day no matter what mundane chore he was undertaking. Beth was set to …
The Shady Stranger and His Slave, Ravyn
Prolog* Ravyn was a teen aged girl of about 15. She had shoulder length black and purple hair with bright green eyes. Her body was as pale as the moon light. She had two plump good sized breast about a b cup a round perfect sized ass, and her body was in healthy shape . Ravyn had here lip, her tongue and her nipples pierced. A black heavy blanket was now over her resting body, under witch she was wearing a spiked collar and ankh necklace, a silky black bra with a soft black g string, a black velvet corset and a satin skirt with fishnets and big black boots. A stranger now entered her dark stone brick house. He had been watching her from some time. “ A perfect specimen”, he thought to him …
In the Library_(0)
In the Library? (An absolutely true story) In 1964, I was 17 and a freshman at Illinois Institute of Technology. I was not doing particularly well in my studies even though I had graduated top of my class from a technical high school in Chicago. As I remember, I had three major problems: 1) I was a commuter student. One and one half hours on the bus and “L” (rapid transit) each way, from home to school. Classes from 900 to 1800 left little time to study or sleep. 2) Chicago’s college preparatory high schools (an all boys high school at that!) left me ill prepared to handle the mathematical rigors needed in engineering school.3) Last and probably foremost was my obsession with sex. When my brain was on sex the amount of learning that …