Preteen Stories

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Santa's Little Helper

by Merlinslair on Sep 12, 2017

God, it's Christmas again, I hate this time of year. I always seem to be alone for the holidays, and that sucks. Seeing people walk through the malls hand in hand and me just watching. Well, of course this year is no exception. Guess I'm just not a holiday catch. I am Stanley, nothing much just Stanley. Rather average guy with a lousy job and not a lot of...

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Stripped, Stoned and Stuffed

by Red Solitaire on Sep 15, 2017
Mind Control

The opening story in a series about a petite wife, a voyeur husband, and a drug with mysterious powers. Mary and I were married in July. By September, I was sexually bored. Mary just wasn't that interested in sex, and seemed more to "tolerate" it than enjoy it. I suppose that came from her upbringing, in that she was the only daughter of a very conservative...

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Valarie Makes the First Move

by BrandonArnoldJR on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

There comes a time in ever single man's life that he gets to the point that's its not even about sex any more. It's about the touch of a woman, the scent of her shampoo that lingers hours after she showers, the hint of perfume when you put on a jacket she's had on. The smell of the pillow you share when you cant manage to break her from your arms at night wh...

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Mary the Babysitter

by USMC03 on Sep 17, 2017

I wasn't really expecting to come off the road so soon. Turns out my last run fell through, so my fleet manager sent home a day early. Good for me, I was tired anyways. Thought about a nice day at home with my son, who was 8, and the wife still at work. Maybe get some catch in. Of course, if I admitted it or not, I didn't mind seeing the babysitter either. M...

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Paul and Paula

by elphaba69 on Sep 19, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Dear Paul, I can not believe how wonderful it was to see you at the twenty year reunion a few days ago. It feels like only yesterday that we graduated high school and promised to stay in touch. Yet then life happened. We both went away to college and then by the time we goth got home we had grown apart. Then I went back for my master's and that's when I me...

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Decade of the Naughts

by Bakeboss on Sep 17, 2017

As I look back at the first decade of the new millennium, I can't help but have conflicted feelings. Of course, I have no idea how history will describe this decade but I like the ring and connotation of calling them the naughts. Naughts, a convenient pun as in, naught any jobs, naught any peace, or naught any closer to saving our Mother Earth. In America t...

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Inspect-her Gadget

by RiverRhode on Oct 30, 2018
Loving Wives

"Oh, come on, stop worrying so much. So what if someone gets a look at the bottom of your butt? Isn't that kinda the point anyway?" It took me quite a while to realize how true that quote from Mean Girls really was: 'Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' Well, it seemed...

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Summer Vacation

by viking12 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

What a great way to start the vacation. When I awoke in that motel room in Alabama on our trip to Florida, my dick was about to explode as you spooned against me and rubbed your sweet ass against me. Never being one to pass up a chance to caress and fondle your gorgeous breasts, I began to pinch and twist your rock hard nipples until they stuck out like penc...

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Small Talk

by Potato11 on Sep 14, 2017

The woman opened her eyes to a suffocating darkness. She felt a breeze caress her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Her wriggling fingers were bound with a rope above her head as she lay in an involuntary straddle. As her eyes adjusted, she could see pockets of light at the bottom of her vision, and deduced that someone had blindfolded her. At this...

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What Becomes of the Past?

by Kikishoes on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

I don't know what I was born to do. Sometimes, I believe I was born to write. Even with all of my questionable grammar, it has always been what I've been best at. In childhood, I dreamed of being a teacher, a lawyer, a nurse, and even a doctor. But when I was 14, I settled on becoming a writer. Not settled. It chose me. It knew it was in me. I spent a great...

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