Eric (chapter 1)

This story doesn't have much of sex context. English is not my first language so there may be many spelling mistakes. My name is Eric Farkas. When I was 9 years old, life for me[…]

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Two of them

It was a hot night in May when the Johnsons and my parents decided to go out for diner at some fancy hotel. Whenever they did this, they usually stayed the night. So I decided[…]

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Tears of joy

You were lying on the bed. I was only wearing a long t-shirt and panties. I walked into the room and stood on your side of the bed. I leaned down and started kissing you.[…]

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When i think of you

It never fails. When I think of you, my nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation. I fantasize about sex with you, about the sights, smells, and sensations[…]

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The plan

I locked eyes with her across the dance floor. It had to be her- caramel colored skin, red dress, dark hair, check, check, and check. She towered over the rest of the dancers, had to[…]

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My little angel

She stood there, in the hall, wearing a short summer dress tight over her budding breasts and loose and frilly, cut short on her long lean thighs. She smiles at me and rushed into my[…]

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