04] the second shot

Though this is a story complete in itself, readers would appreciate it more after reading the 2 preceding parts. Those offended by mature/young gay sex are advised not to read this. The Second Shot The[…]

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My sisters warning

Isn’t it amazing, how your whole life can change in one evening. One little episode and your entire outlook is changed, a new facet of your personality is discovered and new possibilities to explore. My[…]

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A beginning

She stood on the other side of the room, sparring against a practice dummy. The room still had a few other people in it, all focused intently on their own training, not even noticing my[…]

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Video tape

"You're kidding, right," Becky said incredulously to her best friend Dana!?! "I'm telling you the truth," Dana said with a giggle, "just take a look at this," as she shoved the tape into the VCR[…]

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Moving blues

I have always hated moving, especially given that I had spent most of my life doing it every couple of years. I had lost count of how many times in my 32 years that I[…]

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Sophie and gramps

Sophie & Gramps Anon y mouse Despite the age difference I was very close with Sophie my granddaughter, I had no idea she was sexual until I was troweling a sex dating site. The age[…]

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T-shirt pt 2

Now pumping your hardness in my tight wet hole fucking me just the way I like it. You have made my pussy so wet I can feel my juices dripping down to my ass. I[…]

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Vampiric lust:part 1

It was a warm summer afternoon when sylena, a freshmen at somerset high school, was walking home from school. her path included a small forest in which she had walked hundreds of times but today[…]

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Two unite as one

It starts with a look you caste my way, There are no words we need to say, I always know that certain look, We know each other like a book, Next you reach out with[…]

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Payback

Payback I was setting at home one night in late September when the phone rang; it was Doug, a friend that I had gone to school with who had moved south after he got out[…]

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