You Mean Me

"You mean me?" I look around the girls with me at the bar but he is looking straight at me; he nods his head and beckons me over. Walking ahead of me he reaches behind him, so I take his hand; he grips my hand tight. What is going on? Outsi
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Business matters, Saturday

Business Matters... Saturday "Typical fucking kid", snorted Bobby. The snort was more of a grunt as a result of his nearness to spurting his cum into a newly stolen pair of customers' panties. In back of his shop he had found the undies ca
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A Hot Summer Day

I live next to my absolute crush of 4 years, Karl, we walk home from class together every day and we are total BFF's. I've never been able to confess to him because I'm afraid that if he rejects me then it'll ruin our friendship. So basically
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Turning Another Woman Lesbian

Being the shy person that I was in the past, I never had the guts to try something different and erotic. That is, until I met Cassandra. I met her in night school that I attended couple times a week and we hit it off right away. Sometimes when we hun
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A Housewife Erotic Fantasy

On a hot sunny afternoon, Tamia, a housewife and a mother, comes back from sending her daughter off to day camp and goes and puts her son down for a nap. Heading to the kitchen quietly, she sees the sink filled with dishes. Not ready to tackle them j
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My First Lesbian Experience

Today is a Saturday night. Some people known it as date night or clubbing night. However for me, it's just another ordinary day, like any other day of the week. I have no plans, no boyfriend, and all my friends are either busy with their own boyfri
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Sex Therapy Session 1

Mya, a twenty year old woman, goes down Fifth Avenue, heading towards her destination. She approaches a light gray, single garage, with white trimmings and a iron screen door private home practice. Heading up the porch stairs, she stands the front wo
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I Go Out With A Big Bang

I awoke to a scene of almost apocalyptic devastation. Margot's house had been left strewn with food and clothes, splashed with drink and cum, and littered with naked people. It had been the sound of Margot's husband, Gerry, clearing the trash f
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The Raconteur

... The English Woman ... Let me introduce myself, I am Gaston and I have lived in the village deep in rural France as man and boy. I am a raconteur, a teller of stories; I see, I hear, I store in my brain the images that my eyes have seen and words
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