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Ok so this is my first story I am posting I have only written a few so please don’t be to harsh ! 🙂 I texted you from the other room asking you to meet me in the bedroom. After a few minutes you make your way to the bedroom. You see me wearing black lace panties and a black bra. The bra makes my boobs perk up real nice. You turned around and shut the door. You look at me and tell me that I am so hot, you want to tear my bra and underwear to get to every inch of my body. You surprise me by grabbing the lube from the night stand. You tell me to

Mark was a well known flasher and not liked by many people in the town where he lived and was often in trouble with the boyfriends or older brothers of the girls that he had flashed at. Dawn was a sixteen year old girl who was known for being very stroppy and out spoken, it was late afternoon when Dawn saw Mark flash at a couple of girls, Dawn wondered what Mark who was two years younger than what she was got out of flashing at girls and had often wondered why somebody flashed. That night Dawn’s brother Colin who was the same age as Mark and a friend of his was in the lounge when Dawn walked in, Colin

Well first of all I was raised as a girl as long I can remember due to the fact that when I was little had health issue do to the drugs gave me left me permanently hairless except for my eyebrows and eyelashes and hair on top of my head. Well my mom raised me as Paula my ears pierced twice each side an once had my eyebrows done thin and arched feminine never grew back. I always had my nails done and painted the in salon and hair long and cut and styled feminine. Well I was 16 an not kidding about had very tiny cock and balls which I ended up super gluing to down to look like

Tina was a sixteen year old tearaway always in trouble and always bad mouthing somebody. It was early afternoon and Tina was bunking school and because it was raining she was in the derelict and disused caretakers office on the roof of the block pf flats where she lived, she had been there half a hour and was using her phone. John was a forty five year old man who lived in the same block as what Tina did, he had been in prison for sex offences against girls and had only been out a couple of weeks, residents on the estate where John was now living knew of his criminal record and stayed clear of him, John was outside

It fasinated him. He sat at home on line. A dating site he had been a member on for a year. His wife unaware of his activity. Their sex life had dwindled since children. She wasn’t in the mood. He was 45 she was 41. He had met a few women some younger some older. Claire who was 51 he had seen a couple of times in her office. Then a profile that shouldn’t have, but for some reason made him extremely horny. ‘Shit ‘ he thought could I. He read the profile and messaged her. ‘ Hello all. I’m Betty. I am 97. I am a widow my husband passed 5 years ago. I am still a active woman

Steve was a sixteen year youth who was well hated and was often verbally abused by the residents of the small village that he lived in, Steve was a well known flasher he had been beaten up a couple of times but he carried on with his flashing. It was an early Friday afternoon and Steve was bunking off school as he did every Friday afternoon, he hated history and maths and those two subjects were on the time table for a Friday afternoon, Steve was inside the derelict factory that situated a mile outside of the village that he lived in, he knew that hardly anybody ever went in the village and felt safe there, John went up onto

Abdul was not happy he was clearing up after a big dance at the mansion, his brother should have been helping him but he had not shown up so he was on his own, all the guests had gone and the place was in a mess, he had already taken five bags of rubbish out to the skip at the back of the mansion and was now collecting the dirty glasses and crockery when 16 year Kim who was the owners daughter and a couple of years older than him walked in, Abdul saw she was wearing a long shoulder less ball gown, Kim asked Abdul to take her sister a glass of juice and walked out, Abdul got the

Surely no one ever forgets their first sexual experience. My time was way back in the 1950’s, a time when moral outlooks were so different, but the memory remains strong. After all those decades, I can still classify that incident as a mix of shame, disappointment and pure joy, with perhaps the addition of shock and surprise. It was summer, and I had a long break before taking a place at university, where, I was informed there would be willing girls galore, all longing to experience “their first stiff cock up them.” Those were the words of Lenny Canning, who, weeks earlier, told me how he’d had Betty Danton in the long grass in Byker Park. “Everybody’s had Betty Danton,”

16 year old Amy was walking up the stairs of the tower block of flats because the lifts had broken down again, Amy was not surprised the lifts were not working as they broke down more times than they worked. Amy got to the top floor with the meals she was taking to the immigrants that lived there. Despite the estate being a trouble ridden out of control estate the residents looked after the immigrants. As Amy walked out onto the landing little Abdul ran up to her shouting chocolate pudding and custard, Amy smiled knowing chocolate pudding was Abdul’s favourite, Amy smiled said “no it is jam tart and custard” Abdul’s granddad opened the door welcomed Amy saying “the

Love is impermanent as everything else in life. It’s hard to say whether it is good or bad. After all, if this feeling had a rational character and its strength was evenly distributed for life, then perhaps it would lose its value. At any outcome, we hope that you are not disappointed in love and love your girlfriend. But just in case, marrybrides.com site show you several signs she’s losing interest. 1. Emotional detachment Emotional estrangement in relation to one’s partner is a latent sign of loss of feelings. Sometimes it is manifested by external factors: closed positions during conversation, unwillingness to look in the eyes and so on. But often this is expressed in the loss of trust. A girl is

I first met Yoshiko in 1989.  She and I had a mutual friend, Patrick that she was visiting   Yoshiko had just returned from Japan and was looking for a place to stay.  I lived 150 miles away and had driven down for the weekend. Shortly after I arrived Patrick I sat outside in the front yard talking about this and that.  A few minutes into our conversation Patrick asked me, you like Asian women  don’t you.  I told Patrick I did and asked why he was asking me about it.  Would you like to have a Japanese woman live with you?  Thinking his questions were a little strange and not knowing what Patrick was getting at, I responded, why are

For a number of years now I’ve had to go to the skin doctor twice a year for a semi-annual skin check. It’s fairly simple and almost painless and takes about fifteen minutes. Essentially the doctor goes over my whole body trying to find suspicious looking spots, skin damage from the sun, irregular moles, that sort of thing, which he then zaps with this kind of liquid nitrogen cold spray. Occasionally he takes a biopsy of something and sends it off for analysis. Which is why I say it’s almost painless. The zapping and biopsies hurt just a tad. The thing that makes these visits of interest is that, within the limits of decency and professional practice, he does indeed

Since I can remember I have worked with a photographer named Harry who lives in nearby Boxford. Harry has a very nice property near Stiles Pond which contains his studio, his house, a pool, to legitimize bikini shots, a gazebo for wedding and engagement shots, assorted shrubberies for backgrounds and this post which kind of stands there unexplained but which he in fact uses for bondage work. I know because I’ve been tied to it. I first became acquainted with Harry soon after I was born as my mother, at the slightest provocation, took all her children to Harry for photos. As I grew, Harry recruited me for catalog work, mostly sportswear as I looked like, and was, a jock.

In the winter of 2013 my best friend RaeAnn decided to get her nipples pierced. She asked me go with her. So we set out for the piercing parlor, the name of which I forget, but we drove up Route 28 past Rockingham Park Mall just over the Massachusetts line to the intersection of Route 97 and there we were. It’s been a long time but I think Rae’s piercing took about an hour. When it was over Rae was a little unsteady on her feet but otherwise okay. Later she told me it was a great sexual experience, the fear, the pain, exposing her tits in public that way and that she felt like she was going to cum

About 5 years ago I came off my dirt bike and broke my left wrist, as my van was an automatic my mate helped me load the bike in and I drove home as I only live about a mile from the hospital and I walked to the A&E department to get it checked. They x-rayed my wrist and confirmed it was broken, they put a temporary cast on but as it was a Sunday evening of a bank holiday they made me an appointment for the Tuesday at the fracture clinic to see the consultant. After a while in the waiting room I got called into the consulting cubicle and the consultant came in with the x-ray and said

I had a sore for about a week that wasn’t really clearing up so my partner thought I should get it checked out. I didn’t really want to go through all the hassle of phoning the Dr and telling the receptionist everything to get the Dr to ring me back later then maybe make an appointment to see me, it just seemed like too much trouble just for a sore. I thought it would be easier if I just walked into town and asked a pharmacist what they recommended. I went into the first pharmacy I got to and asked if I could speak to the pharmacist, the person behind the counter showed me into the consulting room and I

I LEARNT ABOUT S/H AFTER SPENDING AN EVENING BORED WHILE MY WIFE WAS OUT WITH HER MOTHER AND THE KIDS WERE ASLEEP, IT MADE ME REALISE WHAT A SEXUAL PLACE THE WORLD WAS AND THAT THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO ME ARE MORE NORMAL THAN I AT FIRST THOUGHT. I WORK WITH A LOVELY LADY CALLED S AND SHE SEEMS TO DRESS IN SUCH A PROFESSIONAL WAY THAT ON THE ODD OCCASIONS THAT SHE WEARS A DRESS ITS CUT JUST ABOVE HER KNEES SENDS ME WILD AND I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT MY MOTHER IN LAW TO CALM MY SELF DOWN. THIS WAS HOW IT HAD CARRIED ON FOR OVER 2 YEARS UNTIL THIS SUMMER WHEN WE HAD TO GO

After the summer jaunt last month i can now tell you how my training course went last week. S and i had gone to warrington for a 3 day course on managment training and after a very boring first day had gone back to our respective rooms for to get changed before going out for a meal and a few drinks together, i dont know wether we were just a bit nervouse but after a nice evening in the hotel bar we went back to our rooms and apart from a brief kiss good night nothing happened. I awoke the following morning with a the thought of how dull the next 2 days were going to be and how unlucky

I have cross dressed on and off for many years and I have enjoyed it very much. When I confessed to my first wife some years ago, she only lasted three years and we divorced. She did not really mind my cross dressing but she found a more manly man. Our divorce was not a good one and we do not talk hardly at all. I have had a few girl friends that helped me dress as a sissy over these thirty some years but they never lasted. Now I have been married for six years to wife number two. She knows nothing about my past however due to some complicated things going on in my family, my now wife

My football practice had just ended and my girlfriend’s mom picked me up and my girlfriend was also in the car. My parents were not home and I had forgotten my key so I had no way to get in. My parents were at a wedding and they said they would be gone for a while. I told my girlfriend’s mom the situation and her mom said I could stay at their house until my parents got home. We got to her house and she asked if I wanted to take a shower, since I was all sweaty and sticky. So I said sure why not. So I took a shower and I locked the bathroom but my girlfriend must

On the flight from London to New York, Mark finds time to update his diary with all the events of past few days. Emma, the blond bombshell sitting in the isle next to him steals his attention, he can’t quite decided if it is her slender legs, or her voluptuous breasts which is having this affect on him. She has fallen asleep and has gotten herself into a position where a bit more of her cleavage is showing than what she would of liked… Mark decides to stop perving and rather focus on updating his diary. Although Mark is only in his late twenties, he prefers to do things old school. His diary for instance is a leather bound notebook,

I’ll never forget the first time Kasey Hartigan walked into McMillian’s Grocery. Because that’s when everything that was the norm changed. Sitting at the computer screen when this fresh,brown-eyed,sultry-sounding brunette walked in and asked for an application,I only could stare at first. She was,quite simply,stunning. But it wasn’t that she was overdone; like someone who seemed unreal. She seemed….normal. And that’s what made her absoultely beautiful. An ass that you could fall in love with by itself didn’t hurt,either. But I’ll never forget how she,a spunky 16-year-old,would ruin a community staple in rural Mississippi that had been around for over 50 years almost single handedly. Well,we did plenty of the back work on that ourseleves,but she was the trigger. The

School of Sex Series Ep.1 Â I was walking down the hall and all of a sudden I was pulled into the single room bathroom. It was my friend Jenna. Today was pajama day at school and she was wearing really short pajama bottoms and a shirt with tons of cleavage. She started squeezing her huge breasts together! My boner popped out of my pajamas and she bent down and started sucking on it. All of a sudden her friend Amanda walked in! She was wearing short pajama bottoms with her amazing ass, and a white tank top. Amanda then took her pajama bottoms off and her and Jenna had planned this out and I could tell. She showed her

A while back my wife and I attended a cocktail party function given by a business associate. After mingling and having a few well deserved cocktails we happen to meet this very engaging woman and the three of us were engaged in some really great conversation, mainly on how boring these things are etc.  She was hysterical with her off the cuff observation f different people and had us both in stitches. So I said what do you do for a living stand up comedy? She replied no I am a doctor. We both said oh how interest. My wife asked what type of medicine does you practiced. And she replied I am a sex therapist. Well the look on

Me and my boyfriend hadnt done anything sexual since i just got off my period the day before. He was over for a  “study date ” which carried on for almost a week. We were laying down on the couch when i started geting horney. My dad was in the dinning room and my brother was about 10 inches away, so i pulled him into my room for a little private fun! I locked my door quietly then shoved him on my bed, I noticed he already had a boner. I laied next to him while he stuck his hand down my pants and asked if it was alright if he did it. I nodded as i reached behind and unhooked

We walk in the door, and as soon as you close it, I through you against the wall, and kiss you, your hands go from my face, to my hair, down my back, to my very nice ass that you love so much! You pull me against you more, you grab my ass with both hands and pull me up, and I wrap my legs around your waist, all while not breaking the kiss. My hands are in your hair, as your lips go from my lips, to my neck, I moan you name, and ask you, “Take us to the bed, but I want to be on top of you this time, I want to be in control this

I’m sleeping with you beside me, with your arm wrapped around me. I wake up, and start to sit up in the bed. You wake up from the movement. I start yelling at you. Going CRAZY on you! I try to get off the bed, that’s when you grab me, throw me down, pinning me on the bed, with your hands at my wrist, and with you sitting on my stomach. I realize I can’t get you off me. I yell at you at the top of my lungs as I try to break loose of your grip, but you’re too strong.  I spit in your face. And you get really mad. You let my hands free to whip the

It was my first time vacationing, and I was visiting my paren’ts friends in Ohio. I was a little nervous, being 16 and not travelling before. But once I reached Ohio, everything seemed so much better – the state was beautiful, and even just in the first few minutes landing, I realized this would probably be the time of my life. Little did I know, I would be right about that. I reached my family’s friends house, and it was huge! It looked like a mansion you saw on a movie, so surreal. We went on inside, trying to find our way to where the family actually was. We walked into the living room, to see a teenage girl lying

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