As might be expected, dinner that evening at the DeVries household was somewhat awkward. Christopher picked hesitantly at his pasta, not trusting his stomach. He just couldn’t settle down. His heart would palpitate for twenty minutes at a stretch, and just as he’d start to relax he’d think of the delights he might earn in the next few months, and the whole process began again. He was getting exhausted just sitting.
“So mom, I’ve been thinking.”
“Hm.
For a moment when she woke up the next morning Dana was confused. She was alone in her bed. Had the previous night been just a wild, intense dream? From the aching of her head she knew that her drinking hadn’t been a dream. It had all seemed so real, but where was Mike? Had he been so freaked out when he sobered up and woke up beside his mom that he ran out of the apartment?
Dana’s fears were quickly put aside when she heard a rattling noise from the kitchen. She felt a little
This is another Chapter of Carol’s Series.
I’m an “amateur” writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue.
To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language’s difficulties.
Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its “contents” (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or “formal” point of view.
Please, read my “Note” at the end of the Story.
All the
I am sharing my history with you for fun not trying to get a good grade for English class. I did a spell check that’s good enough. Enjoy my story and comment on the story, not the grammar.
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Last night was fresh in my memory, I had seen Ben’s sleeping erection and then later I awoke to him having a wet dream and shooting his load on my bare back.
I look at Ben and think, he is 18 it would be fun to see how a little teasing might affect Ben. If your just reading this second story
It was a warm night as Emma was lying in her bed. Resting peacefully, her thoughts gently strayed into a gentle sex scene with another woman. Her breaths quickened as the heat slowly built, these thoughts came more and more often now. It was only ever in the mornings that she felt any amount of guilt about her thoughts the night before, however during the night, nothing stoped her. She had never, not once, had touched herself when thinking about women daring not to take that step, but this time
Note: Both characters in this story are eighteen or older.
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My sister, Jess, is so hot. Blonde and tan with large, perfect breasts, and the most beautiful ass. I’ve peeped at her so many times, I practically know every inch of her body. And I do mean EVERY inch. I still remember the first time I saw her pussy; I wanted a taste so badly. I remember the first time I thought about her while jerking off; it felt weird at first, but that just excited me even more.
Recently, I’ve been
When I met Don; my husband to be in five months I had been a widow of four years. Don had been a single father for nearly a year. I had a son age thirteen and Don had a son age fourteen. So when we met I think we both were looking for a partner and welcomed the idea of marriage for the second time.
Walter my son is a bright boy, not a big boy for his age but a solidly built dark haired blue eyed handsome kid. Daryl Don’s son is one year older but far wiser then Walter in the ways of the world.
I struggled not to run home from school. It would arrive and day now and just the thought caused my heartbeat to quicken. Typically I got the mail before my mother, so I was not too concerned that she might discover it. If she did, I had a good excuse prepared, a reaction which I had practiced many times, for why an 18-year old boy would receive such a thing.
As I approached our large gated home I saw that her car was not in the driveway. I saw, too, that the mailbox was full. And peeking out
Nuala collapsed on top of the sleeping bag. She couldn’t believe how out of shape she was. She’d been on her school’s track and field team all through high school and she’d never thought about having to exercise to stay in shape. Things had changed at college though. She hadn’t done any exercise at all this last year and she sure noticed it now. She’d just assumed that her more feminine curves were due to the fact that she was getting older, she was almost 19 now, but maybe it was her body
NOTE: All characters in this story are over 18 years old. The term teenage still refers to people who are eighteen or nineteen years old. This story is pure fantasy! Have fun!!
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