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He always dreamt of a small little patch, to call his own. A home set aside from others that had a little land that he could cultivate both beauty and nutrition. He loved biting into[…]

I am awaken feeling something wet around my cock. The sensation was getting intense as I looked down and saw the cover going up and down. I had no idea who it was as my[…]

He looked at his watch, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the door again. Ten more minutes, he decided, that would make it an even hour late, five thirty, then he would move[…]

My first time actually writing about an experience, so sorry its not very polished… but this thread inspired me to write it down. Ok, so I'd been working at this mailbox, packaging and service store…[…]

MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 11: Being True to My Love and Myself "Ah, Jon, can we talk somewhere else," I said knowing that chances were that others would be coming into the bathroom. "Sure,[…]

I just heard from Brooke that she read my stories and liked them so she sent me a letter that she wrote to a close girlfriend about how she first became Bi. I can't call[…]

It was a sunny Friday afternoon. 17 year old Alex made his way down the wooded path. The doppled sunlight fell on his medium length light brown hair that ended in a skater's flip. He[…]

I picked my 5-year-old up and kissed him hard on the cheek…it was puffed and full of cheerios and he didn’t like it one bit! He whimpered a little but was too tired to protest[…]

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 52 VALENTINE DAY SPECIAL Dear Readers, I hope all of you must have celebrated the Valentine day in a fantastic manner in which I did and I am writing here[…]

Hello My name is Sarah Jones and I am currently a second grade teacher at a public grammar school. I've held this position for a few years and have suffered many pathetic pick up attempts[…]

The scenes of being fucked kept recurring. I could still see his naked cock as he stood over me. From my point of view it seemed enormous. His circumcised dick stood straight out from his[…]

The Therapy I Needed My name is Scott Radner and it was the end of May 1970 and I had been out of the United States Marine Corps for a grand total of 9 weeks.[…]

No one needed to know her name. He knew and that was enough for her. She had wanted this for a long time and he was just the man to give it to her. His[…]

Start from the beginning. …I was at an art gallery with my friend Steve and his girlfriend Christine. It was the debut of a mutual friend's exhibit. He'd taken to painting crude depicitions of life[…]

Step up I can barely remember when it all started. I think it was two years after my mother died. My step dad got everything. she never made a proper will, there was no need,[…]

Black. That was the color of his car’s ceiling. He had stared at it countless times and yet still found it more intriguing than what happened outside the window, which was basically, nothing. This beat[…]