A/N: a little one shot about myself and my current boyfriend. If you are confused, it's a prelude to My Little Rose. Since I'm not American age of consent is different, but for website rules everyone in the story is over 18. * At the age of 19, it can be possible for ones mind to wander slightly in search of less moral pleasures. In my first year at unive...
"Do you remember your first time?" Margie asked me. I choked as I tried to swallow a mouthful of sweet milk and look up from her heavy dark nippled breast. Her milk dribbled down my chin as I asked her "My first time, or ours?" "Yours. Tell me about the first time you had sex with a girl." "You pick the damndest times to ask questions. I was busy, ya know...
"How'd you get in here?" Mr. Pierce angrily demanded. "My office is always locked. This is an invasion of privacy." Holding up a skeleton key she'd recently bought, Candice retorted, "So is filming girls showering." "I see," he said as he sat on his chair, with overwhelming shame smeared all over his face. He just sat there, speechless. "I personally don'...
Mr. Grisham wasn't the only teacher at Camilla's high school to lust after her. Mr. Hanson was walking by Grisham's classroom during lunchtime when he overheard a tearful Camilla begging Grisham to be with her again. Hanson, feeling an inexplicably stronger urge than usual to be near her, stopped behind the slightly ajar door and eavesdropped. "Please keep...
I licked a nab of bitter chocolate off my finger and felt dimples appear as I grinned tipsily to myself, a brilliant day had turned into a raucous and energetic night. One of my favourite friends was visiting and we'd spent the afternoon catching up in the sunshine in a pub garden that was so pretty it felt wrong to call it a beer garden. She's been living...
He ran up the stairs, his cock already rock hard and straining at the fabric of his jeans. He knew she was waiting for him. He'd been thinking about her all the journey home - her soft skin that he couldn't wait to stroke, those perfect 30DDs that formed the perfect handful, the perky nipples, so suckable. He loved how sensitive they were, how it was like th...
"You do seem to like carrying me around, Steven." "It's fun. Largely because it drives you crazy, really." "Brat." "And your point is?" "I brought my crutches, you know." "What fun would that be?" "You need a hobby." Arriving in his bedroom, he gently set me on the side of the bed. Suddenly we were both a touch awkward, knowing what we were there to d...
"Hmmm. Restraints are fun," said Heather. "Ok, but I can do that with some neck ties. Give me something a little more outrageous. What's the biggest possible fantasy you can think of," I said. "I've never told anyone this before. If you think it's really weird or gross or whatever, then pretend it never happened, deal?" "Deal." "I've always fantasized ab...
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Note: ALF: Animal Liberation Front CCD: Colony Collapse Disorder DOA: Department of Agriculture Rosewood California, July 7, 2011, 2:00 A.M., the residence of Barry Sandford, CEO Mrs. Sandford's Honey (a division of Sandford Industries). Bzzz! "Grumble! Snort! Sandford here. Pierce?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!...What do you mean there's been...