The living room of their modest suburban home was decorated with balloons and a banner that read ‘Happy 21st, Sanne!’ in glittering letters. April, Sanne’s adoptive mother, had gone all out—streamers dangling from the ceiling, a cake on the coffee table frosted with pink roses, and a stack of wrapped gifts beside it. At 42,…
You’re in your bedroom, getting ready for bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I can tell what you’re thinking. I know exactly what you are thinking. You are thinking of me. We’ve sent E-Mail back & forth before, but we’ve never met…yet. You
I don’t know how many of you have read about the skiing vacation I took last winter. It was a rather boring until my boyfriend Dave and his friend Jim decided to do some very kinky things to Jim’s girlfriend Cathy and me, of course. None of the indiv
I was eighteen and innocent. Sure, I’d had sex, but somehow I didn’t like it. I just did not like sex. One night I was out with my friends Kelly and Joanna. We were going to a pretty hot party. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go because Kelly told
Diane was definitely hot. I first saw her at the annual flea market. Honestly, it wasn’t intentional but I kept running into her. I know that I was checking her out and was fairly certain that she was doing the same. Her eyes and smile hinted at a na
An Ontario Rogues Night Out The year was 2001. At that time my life sucked in about 8 different ways. I was looking for a new experience of some sort. I ended up on the chats. A woman I found in my area, Hamilton, was named Cathy. I blind messaged her to talk. She said…
* * * * * * WARNING: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ANY SIMILARITIES OR RESEMBLANCES … IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM … TO ANY LIVING OR DECEASED INDIVIDUAL(S) and THE PREDICTION OF TECHOLOGICAL PROGRESS …ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. * * * * * * The year that followed my 19th birthday was very difficult…
I was born in rural Quebec. I was only 7 when my dad perished in a car accident. They said he had gotten drunk and that he bled a lot. So much so, that the medics could not save him. As a young boy, I remember my mom working 2 jobs to support us. In…
MY MOM PIMPED ME THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was sow 20, still living at home, still living in sin. I was in the shower with my mom. We were in the…
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was now 21, still living with my mom, still living in sin. My hours at the Vagiani had beed reduced. My job was still on, but I…