Growing up as a tomboy had both advantages and disadvantages and from time to time it was really hard to tell which fell in to which category on a daily basis. At least that was how Tiana felt as she stepped out of her house and looked around at her friends of well over a decade. Starting with the disadvantages of being a tomboy was she didn't have any fema...
Well as promised here it is chapter two. Well I can handle slow changes to a person but very sudden ones that’s a different matter. I know Marg had a very good birthday present, a very large guy called Mo. It was supposed to be just a one-night thing that has now gone a little further. Its now about five days after Margs first black cock. And there have bee...
I had been dating Gary for a little more than six months. I hadn't regretted a thing, and, as a matter of fact, that was beginning to make me a little nervous. After all, we should have had some sort of disagreement in that time, right? Call me superstitious, but I can't believe everything is perfect. I suppose it's just how I relate to myself – the hammer w...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot Buttered Buns" ***** Greetings and salutations, my friends. I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into he...
This Story is fiction, So if you think its a tad far fetched...ya right? I thought I would tell you of what I have got myself in to as I still cannot really believe it myself! My name’s Sue & work at a printers factory in Derby UK, Have been marred for many years with not that much very "Sexually" exciting happening along the way as it were. I...
Rayne and I really like That Italian Place. Atmosphere, food, service – it's all good. And they have some secluded booths tucked away in a corner. Rayne met me at the door, and we exchanged hugs and kisses. It's difficult for me to kiss Rayne in public, because I have a strong tendency to get carried away. Just one little peck on her cheek often turns into...
One Week of Slut Part 4 - Wednesday WEDNESDAY MORNING I was starting to get used to my phone rattling demandingly at 6.30am. My 'week of slut' was starting to feel like a full time job, with its regular routines to be carried out. I was almost on auto pilot as I slid out of bed, walked the few steps into the shower before lathering soap all over my body in...
I'd gotten married on Friday afternoon, and by Monday afternoon I'd had sex with eight other men. On Friday morning I was a virgin. By Monday afternoon I'd lost my virginity to a man that wasn't my husband, been gangbanged by five black men, then I went out looking for more men to fuck me. I was eighteen years old, and the man that took my virginity was th...
Michelle was a sweetheart of a girl. She was pretty, well groomed, with long blonde hair, blue/green eyes, and a smile that could melt the hardest heart. Her blonde hair was a real blonde, coming from a nearly pure Scandinavian lineage. The girl was a beauty. She had the great body that often comes effortlessly to a woman of twenty-two years of age. She had...
Summary: Jasmine responds to the most frequent questions asked by readers. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Wayne, and Robert for editing this essay. This isn't really a sequel, although it's a second part, as it addresses questions I didn't answer in 2017's Twenty Questions. 21 More Questions After 2017's 20 Questions, I received many more questions. I have n...