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Fbailey story number 443 Her School Locker When I got to high school I was very pleased to have a locker assigned to me. I never had one in grade school and I liked putting[…]

This is a true story, only the names have changed. OK I didn’t have to change the names because I’m not using any. It’s a short story, as stories go, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself[…]

So it all started when I was 14. I went to a boarding school in a city which I wont say. Now I knew I wasn't Gay but I knew I wasn't straight. Not many[…]

Introduction: This would be my first time actually righting a explicit story. I'm not new to it or anything because I have wrote my own things before and giving them to friends to read. I[…]

Duty— — — —— — — —– — — —– — — —– — — —– — — —– — — —– — — Author’s Note: This story has quite a bit of foreplay and[…]

Ellie and I woke up at about the same time, and we simply lay there for a while, the rise and fall of our breaths pressing against each other. She slid up and kissed me,[…]

The night I first fucked my mother was undoubtedly the happiest time in my life, although it has been nearly equaled many times since in our torrid love life. It happened in her father's house[…]

At Hope’s direction, my wife crawled over to where I was seated on the sofa, took my hard penis in her mouth and began to lick and suck me. Hope sat down behind her and[…]

I came home early and went to my bedroom. I was in the mood to masturbate. I pulled my pants down and slipped my finger down to my slit and began to massage it and[…]

A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a menu. "I'm sorry, sir, but I am blind[…]

I awoke to the feeling of cold air berating my throbbing head, but as I reached up to rub my temple, I noticed that my hands were tied behind my back. I start to look[…]

“Joey! Breakfast is ready. Wake up!” my mom called up to me from the kitchen. I was exhausted but knew I had to get up and go to school. I just turned 15 a few[…]

It was a Friday afternoon and I had finished up my assignment in the Boston area early. I headed to the airport to see if I could catch an earlier flight. I dropped off the[…]

The polished dancefloors reflected the images of the thrashing teens, a mess of organized flailing limbs and phermones. The overpowering aroma of aftershave, perfume, sweat and alcohol hung thick in the air. Brightly coloured neon[…]

"His strong hands slid down her shoulders and around her back as he pulled her into his body. Her nipples tightened and she wished their clothing would magically disappear leaving nothing between them but heat[…]

A young boy was looking through the family album and asked his mother, "Who's this guy on the beach with you with all the muscles and curly hair?" "That's your father." "Then who's that old[…]