Dear Diary, My name is Amaya Fernanda and it is a whole lot harder for me to write these things and admit to them, then it is for you to read them. I guess I try not to think of myself as a whore. I mean who really stops and gets up every morning thinking, "Hey I am a whore, wonder who I will fuck today?" That kinda sentiment is best reserved for bad porn...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...
A bit about the house I grew up in. It was one among many rows of identical boxes built after the war; an anonymous place with no obvious character, in an estate on the outskirts of a town in sharp industrial decline. My favourite room was the attic! I'd climb up there and pull the ladder up behind me, guaranteeing I wouldn't be disturbed. Mother liked to...
(Copyright 2001. Al rights reserved). All characters and events are fictitious. * * * * * Marianne stood under one of the showers in the away team dressing room at the stadium and watched the soapsuds running down her body. Some were caught in the thick mound of pubic hair and she ran her fingers through them to release them. She could here the steady ru...
© Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. So you want to get girls. Then this is for you. I am going to tell you how to attract the right kind of girl. The right kind of girl is not one that is attracted by a flashy car, or expensive clothes, or money, or any of the other things usually...
I was 18 years old when my life changed for the better. I was overweight and wasn’t very popular in high school. One day, I was out at the mall and this black guy came up to me and said hello. I was in shock that a guy that sexy would even consider talking to me. My name Terrance, what’s yours, he says. I stumbled thru saying Tara. I was so embarrassed. We...
The very first time I fucked Debra, when we were both 19, I assumed she was a virgin. She screamed when I inserted my cock into her and she screamed more as we continued with our love making. Of course, I wasn't in any position to fully understand whether she was a virgin or not. I had never had actual sex with a girl before. I had certainly petted quite a f...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly g...
What lies before you is neither a story, a poem, or a piece of fiction. What these words will represent is a small testament of what it is like being me. Give me feedback. First of all, Hello. My name is not important for this particular expression of my life. I'm currently a 25-year-old male of 5'10" with brown hair and brown eyes who once weighed as much...
All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. * Chapter 200 - epilogue It had taken seven years. Jim slowed down a lot after the first four. Although he told everyone it was because he couldn't take the pace, it was really just that he couldn't bear for it to end. Finally, after seven years of traveling the...