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My name is Steven, I'm 24, and I am a narcissist. Not in the psychological disorder way, but in the "I really want to fuck myself" way. I absolutely worship myself because I know I'm incredibly sexy. When I'm alone (which is most of the time) I like to jerk off in front of the mirror, admiring my gorgeous body and cock. I even take pictures and videos of mys...
If you are not 18 please click the x button in the right corner, if you are 18 please proceed to read my story and comment it. Any resemblance to any event, place or persons is a pure coincidence; this is a fictional fantasy story. Chapter 01: Mile High Club Sleeping is all Jesse wanted to do, but the sound of his alarm woke him up from it and shooting up...
Mikayla was trouble, my wife was right about that. The problem was I found the kind of trouble that Mikayla brought to be intoxicating. Having the machine meant that I had a safety net. Even if my wife caught me in bed defiling the hot, young blonde I'd be able to fix it. I'd be able to go back in time and make sure it never happened in the first place. Kno...
Sarah's Husband I was nineteen sitting at a table of other nineteen-year-old degenerates. We sat outside, drank rounds of coke, and everyone had their Marlboro packs obscuring the red and white striped table cloth. I ordered a TGIF burger, greasy, a favorite. My body had a secret inside shimmering of nerves, dehydration, and malnutrition from last night's k...
And here is the story I will tell you the next time I am deep inside of you, my dear Fernandita. I'll be slouched on the couch with you riding on my hard cock. You can tell how turned on I am by you. My breathing, how hard I am and how I look at you with my eyes full of desire for you and your tight package... You are super wet, like you always get with me....
Based on an idea by Storm7279 in the forum: "Recently came across an app where you could see yourself as the opposite sex, now what were to happen if that other image happen to come to life? Would you take advantage of yourself? Would you both be able feel what the other is feeling?" ***** The new neural interface was sharp, with full sensory integration....
I had been in therapy for three months and had just come to the realization that I was in actual fact attractive to women. I'd spent the last twenty-six years thinking women had only been interested in me for money (That I didn't have.) felt sorry for me or in some way or had ulterior motives for wanting to be with me. However it turns out I'm sexy! Times t...
I crawled into bed with the sack of objects. We had been sending messages back and forth that had gotten progressively more suggestive. When he said to call him Master it was all over. My skin burned and I wanted to feel him. When I had stood up at the computer my legs were shaking. I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. Now I could take care of t...
Laura opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to become accustomed to the bright spring sunshine streaming through the pale gold curtains of the bedroom. The bed, unknown until a few hours before was gently supportive and warm. The room was slightly too hot for her liking and the duvet had been pushed down so that it covered only her legs. She lay there for a...