|Posted by allin on Tue, 01/12/2016 - 8:58pm — allin|
I fell in love with Michelle because she was better than me at the only thing that mattered: Volleyball.
That was my life. When I was young, maybe 10, I was awkward. I was a tall skinny girl, and a bit dyslexic. School was tough. I had outgrown ballet and gymnastics. Well, I had become too tall to be really good at them and I wanted so badly to be good at something.
That is when I started playing volleyball. I was 6 inches taller than the other girls my age and I continued to grow. I started playing on a YMCA team first but was recruited by a competitive tournament team. I spent my weeks in school and my weekends traveling the country playing volleyball.
|Posted by MC Blue on Wed, 07/23/2014 - 8:08pm — MC Blue|
By Zaos Z.
Condom 1: Mindy - An Accidental Discovery
"Magic condoms! Guaranteed to get any woman pregnant!" A bemused Sam read aloud from the box. "Uses proven magic ritual to inseminated any woman! Not responsible for abuse of product."
"Dam. Condoms that get women pregnant. What will they think of next." Sam said to himself as he tore open the box and fished out one of the gage condoms. A friend had given them to him on his birthday as a joke and they had sat untouched in his sock drawer ever since. Now it was time to put one to good use.
|Posted by MC Blue on Tue, 07/14/2015 - 11:42pm — MC Blue|
Chapter 1: Sex with Benifits
Spreading her leg's wide Tiffany asked. "Are you ready for your present?"
From her wide hips, to her melon sized tits Tiffany had a body built for sex. Which was a twisted iron as the twenty-two year old was a firm believer that too much sex in a relationship undermined a woman's control over her man.
Still when a couples been together as long as Tiffany and Milo, birthday sex becomes something of a requirement.
Standing at the foot of the bed her boyfriend Milo was naked as a jaybird. His black cock pointed in manly salute to the nude blond before him. Condom in hand, Milo grabbed his cock and angled it so that he could more easily rolled the rubber down his hard shaft.
Still smiling Milo gave his condom covered cock a few quick warm up jacks.
|Posted by MC Blue on Fri, 03/06/2015 - 12:54am — MC Blue|
Chapter 1: A Brash Teenager
Cassandra was mad.
She did not like the fact she still had to chauffeur her little brother around town. After all, it was his fault their parents had been forced to drop him from their insurance. If he had been a more responsible adult, that fender bender would never have happened.
Not bothering to park, Cassandra pulled right up to the curve.
"Thanks sis. I'll text you when I'm ready to be picked up." Dave said as he turned to exit the vehicle.
Grabbing her brother by the arm, Cassandra held the eighteen-year-old road hazard in place. She demanded, "Gas money first, or I won't be back to pick you up".
"Gezz, you're greedy." Dave moaned as he pulled out a five to cover the four-mile trip. "I never charge you when you need a ride."
|Posted by Picasso on Wed, 07/15/2015 - 5:38pm — Picasso|
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity is what's formally known as "dumb luck", and not anything intentional.
This is also adult entertainment. If you're under the legal age to read it go find something else do to. If this kind of content is illegal for you to be viewing - don't view it. If you're offended by sexual content in a story - you're in the wrong place. If you can't deal with the word "fuck" in print - lighten up a bit or don't keep reading.
|Posted by jesteranime on Sat, 07/04/2015 - 8:29am — jesteranime|
Welcome to the World
By: S. M. Jester
“Good morning, students,” the Matron said as she entered the room precisely at 11:45.
“Good morning, Matron,” the class of excited eighteen year-old girls replied. I sat way in the back, where I could smirk at the fat sow squawking at the front of room. I wanted to tune her out, but today of all days I couldn’t.
“Today, you fine young girls have turned eighteen and are now finished with the education the State provides,” the Matron explained in her high-pitched squeal, “happy birthday. At precisely 12:01, you will walk out into the main foyer and out the main doors for the first time in eight years. You will be exposed to men, and young men your age, for the first time in eight years. You will be rejoining mainstream society, and there are things expected of you.”
|Posted by WittyScreenName on Fri, 05/01/2015 - 5:56pm — WittyScreenName|
I'd never liked the news. When I was younger, I thought it was boring. Nowadays, it was because there was never any real news on them--just celebrity factoids, and scaremongering. The past few months, though, I'd taken to watching it every morning, though I couldn't put my finger on why.
"I'm here at UC Davis, where pregnancy rates have skyrocketed in the past six months." The reporter couldn't stop herself from idly putting a hand over her own belly, just starting to bulge her tight pencil dress in the front, just behind the runner graphic that stated her name was Chandra Melencamp, and just above the headline: PREGNANCY RATES ON THE RISE.
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