Misty was sick of it all. The randy shallow boys, her lewd, corrupt boss and most of all the fact that nothing ever changed. She went to the place she always went when her frustrations threatened to overwhelm her; the meadow of bloody tears. The trek to the meadow took about an hour to reach by foot, from the small town she reluctantly called home, meaning t...
It didn't take her long to figure out what to do, how to give them what they so desperately wanted without causing their tightly-knit group to implode. The preparations were rather simple, too, once she had found what she needed. At their next meeting, she announced that it was time, that today they finally would get their wish and would be allowed to touch...
My best friend Karl and I grew up together. We've known each other since we were babies. Our mothers were best friends and they got married about the same time and spent all their time together, so I think we were even changed on the same table and took baths together. We did everything together, we had all the same interests. We discovered porn together (K...
It is a strange standard that we have developed in this religiously uptight country. A woman who strives for sexual relief, mentions sexual topics (even if only used in a feminist emasculating manner ), or merely considers the act of sex at all before marriage is considered a slut, a whore, no better than she should be. A man or a woman who loves someone of...
Hi, I'm Cindy, and this is a story about my first sexual experience. Cindy isn't my real name... I'm a little iffy on sharing that information. In fact, all names and a few minor details have been changed for this story. I was a bit of a late bloomer. My first boyfriend was when I was almost 17. I didn't lose my virginity until more than two years later....
I was raised in a small village called Ramnagar, in India. At the age of 18, I was married off to a man twice my age, because he did not ask for a dowry. He was an Indian living in Africa. Immediately after our marriage we flew to Africa, and in those few hours my husband never even touched me. I had heard from married ladies in India how a husband touches...
She was lying on her back, and had been for a while now, looking at the ceiling of his little room while he watched her chest gently rising and falling. Eventually he realised that he was the one who would have to break the silence before it became too awkward. "You alright?" Zhair'lo asked Anzha. She nodded, a bare whisper of assent passing through her li...
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Growing up in Southern California was wonderful. I spent a lot of time at the beach when I was growing up. And as I got older the beach became a destination for hanging out with friends during the day and at night. There is something about the scent of the air, the sound of the waves that's so relaxing. And when you're in love, the beach can be so romantic....
THE CONCERT "Thank you very much for coming out tonight to see Dross." The sweating front man for Dross, wearing a gold lame vest and tight pants, strutted across the stage rubbing his crotch. "Here's our final set. Our new CD, Virgin Poker, and Virgin Poker tee shirts to remember tonight are in the back. At our trailer outside you can get a picture of the...