My first lay

My First Pussy Invasion I probably was like any other fourteen year old, when I was growing up. Seemingly, always having to fight off a hard-on. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was because I[…]

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A mother's helping hand

A MOTHER’S HELPING HAND Chapter One When Jason Jackson broke both his arms in a motor-cycle accident he hadn't quite envisioned just how supportive a mother can be. With both arms firmly set in plaster[…]

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Photos

It started innocent enough. Dani sent me looks under her eyelashes, fluttering them at me, wondering if I even noticed her. I seem disinterested, almost bored with where I was. She'd glance around, pretending to[…]

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Flirting with the sitter

“Hello, Mr. Peterson,” Billy said as the door opened. The Petersons were friends of his parents and when their regular babysitter cancelled, they asked if Billy would be willing to look after their kids. Billy[…]

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Silken manacles

Isn't it funny how the most incongruous of details seem to be the ones that linger in memory in times of extreme duress? This idea fluttered through Diane Greer's scattered thoughts as she watched two[…]

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My first game

When I was younger I had this babysitter called Vicky who was 19 years old and she was really pretty and the coolest grown-up I knew. I wanted to be just like her. One time,[…]

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