I was back in Montreal for Christmas. As I drove around the city I couldn't help but enjoy old memories. Maybe because of the season, one memory from a Christmas past stood out. Swinging a little out of my way I drove past the old grey stone building where a long-time friend and I were once roommates. Her name was Sheri and we'd known each other since we wer...
Club Inzest 3: Stripper Daughter by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 I consider myself very lucky. Despite the setbacks of my earlier life, I have a lot of love in my life. My wife is my best friend and my soulmate, gender doesn't figure into it. We share a bed, we share our bodies and we share our minds and hearts. When Debra and I found each o...
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Alex and Anna lay on the bed, on their stomachs, reading the local newspaper; each held the upturned corner of a page as they scanned it for anything of interest. Their legs rubbed against each other as they read the "interesting neighbourhood news". "Boring! There's nothing at all that's even vaguely interesting." Alex said as she languidly let the page dr...
I think that I t would be fair to say that I was what was at one time known as a "juvenile delinquent". Since leaving school without any qualifications I had gone more than three years without doing any kind of job. In my defence I would argue that I had not really had any opportunities. The only jobs on offer to an unqualified twenty year old were of the me...
My name's Justin. I'm a 28 year-old banker and a high school baseball coach. I was raised by two amazing cooks and ever since I was a high schooler I've had a love affair with beer. As a result, I'm not exactly what you would imagine as the stereotypical athlete. But my upper-80s fastball and filthy changeup, coupled with the fact that I'm a lefty landed me...
If you would have asked me two days ago if I would be fucking a sex doll with another guy, I would have called you crazy or punched you in the face. Maybe both. But here we are, my buddy Mike and I railing this silicone sex doll and nearing the point of busting our nuts. So how did it come to this? I met Mike at one of those support groups for people deali...
My boyfriend Eric and I had just come back from the movie theater, making idle conversation in his car to dispel tension. It was technically our fourth date, but we'd been together nearly a month. Before that, I'd waited nearly a full semester before he got up the courage to ask me out. I'd known of course-call it a woman's intuition-that he'd wanted to go o...
Tasha and I rounded the corner, deep in discussion about the party at the weekend, who'd made out with whom and so on. We'd made it a contest to see who could kiss the most girls, and I'd won, but Tasha apparently had gone further and gone down on Samantha. "Didn't think she was gay," I said. Tasha laughed. "Neither did she." Parties had got a lot more in...
Patty looked absolutely delectable and I told her so. Her black dress enveloped her sensuously rounded figure her plunging neckline dropping from her shoulders to a demure amount of cleavage. Her legs were covered by black, silky stockings, her feet resting in black, stiletto pumps. Her make-up was reserved, her blue eyes peering out of black mascaraed la...