In 30 years of memories, the ones that stuck with me the most involve Benji. I clearly remember our first day of school- me running ahead of my parents so excited to finally be at big school like my older brother, Adam, and running into the classroom, meeting Mrs Tisbury our teacher and seeing Benji hiding behind his mother's skirt. I rushed over and remembe...
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Sweetsubsarahh wrote an amazing article on the "how-tos" of anal sex, and in this writing, I am urging anyone that has not read it, to go there right now and get all the pointers you will ever need to have on the delicate act of anal penetration. Not only does she cover sanitation, but she explains the best way to prepare for it physically, and anyone that f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
She woke before Philip and turned on her side to gaze at his sleeping form. His room, having no windows, would have been totally black if it were not for a Minnie Mouse nightlight low on the wall on her side of the bed. It emitted a lazy light that was just enough to brush his face and shoulders in a soft, golden glow. She thought him perhaps the most hand...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating properly. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, an...
This one is a quickie (for me). After last week's stinker where I had the audacity to put two fictional characters back together, I wanted to do something safe. It also gave me time to start on next week's long weird Halloween story. Thanks as usual to Mikothebaby for her editing prowess. Without her this story would probably be all commas.SS06 * * * * * *...
I've been thinking about it for weeks, and I finally decided to do it tonight: Anal play. I had just stepped out of the shower. I had the string of ten anal beads ready, as well as a towel and the Astroglide Anal Lube Shooters. I must admit that the shooters were an excellent find, for I could easily apply it to my asshole, and after using the tip of the...
Please give me the support of you vote. * A woman who opposes having anal sex, has a secret, anal sex agenda Other than in the realm of comedy, comedians, and comediennes, anal sex ain't no joke. To many, anal penetration is as series as vagina penetration. A serious matter, one that takes a lot of self-reflection prior anticipation for the woman to prope...