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When I think about that first time, my emotions almost get away from me. There is a lot of hurt and anger inside me toward him. His name was Jeff, and I really had a thing for him. In retrospect a lot of this anger is directed at myself. I was so naive as to believe that what we were doing was alright because we were in love. When I think of how stupid I was to fall for it, I feel betrayed, embarrassed and cheated, not only by him, but by my own lack of self-control.
Up until this time in my life, sex had been something for girls to discuss as if all-knowing, and it was relegated to things that really didn’t happen on a date, but did happen in a marriage, and of course, it was the subject of a lot of jokes. At 17, my dating history [ ...continue reading "My First Time" ]
When Ashleigh regained conciousness she found herself still bound by the handcuffs and the heavy chain, but slowly became aware that her legs were now supported by stirrup type supports at the top of two big posts which had been inserted into the floor. The stirrups fit just behind her knees and under her lower thighs, allowing her calves to hang naturally downward, but yet keeping her legs spread opened widely. It was a much more comfortable position than she had experienced prior to this, but the pain at her wrists was still very real. She felt a glob of something, either cunt juice or cum she assumed, run down one of her cunt lips and was aware of it falling to the floor. She wished she could look beneath her to see if she had caused a puddle on the floor yet, but she couldn’t see directly beneath herself [ ...continue reading "MRWADE= Ashleigh–1932, Part Four" ]
It’s the third time I have tried to call you this afternoon … no doubt you have been out having hot sex with some of the men you know. But this time, you answer the phone.
“Hi Debi!” I respond with happiness in my voice. “It’s Lloyd.”
“I know that!” you reply, equally happy. “I know your voice. And it’s good timing … I just got home.”
“Yeah, I know … I called you a couple times over the past couple hours … I wasn’t sure when you’d get back …”
“Well, you know me when it comes to sex!” you say cheerfully and with a seductive lilt to your voice. “As long as there are men, I want to keep going … and keep them cumming! And guys just kept showing up this afternoon! I tried calling you at your hotel room before I left to see if you wanted to join me, [ ...continue reading "Debi's Surprise" ]
I was 17. I had known Cat for about two years, first as a casual aquaintance, then as my girlfriend’s best friend. Few guys could look at her without feeling lust – she had the nicest set of tits I had ever seen: Big, full, and firm, with that sort of perfect roundness we all dream about. She had a lovely oval face and flouncy brown hair, and her tight ass was a perfect accompaniment to those fantastic breasts. Many a night I had lain in bed thinking about her – stroking my cock and dreaming about those tits.
In fact, I must admit, even while fucking my girlfriend or watching her suck my cock, I would often fantasize that this was Cat’s mouth, Cat’s pussy, and imagine what her beautiful tits would look like wedged between my thighs as she sucked me, or bouncing as I fucked her. Not [ ...continue reading "Cat" ]
It was my first time away at camp, and being 16 at the time, was a little old to be homesick. None the less, I wished I was home! I didn’t make friends easily and all that ‘arts and crafts’ crap was getting stale! It was a co-ed camp, but the girls were kept pretty much seperate from us. They had their cabins across the lake from us and we only saw the female campers during the day. Ocassionally, a couple would arrange to meet half way around the lake, but either the girl or the boy would be missed during bed check and be found out.
One of the daily activities we had with the female campers was horseback riding. That was the only redeeming feature of camp for me. It was a Thursday, and I had just come back to the stable from riding. Most other riders were either [ ...continue reading "An Experience at Camp" ]
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