GAY STORIES
The blinding pain slams me around, flips me over. I land hard on my back. Mechanically, like a clockwork doll, I grab my arm. It's bleeding. Another explosion, this one further away, and another hail of bullets. I skitter backwards. I look and see my battalion racing forwards, fanning out through...
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My wife's brother stayed with us this past summer. Originally I wasn't too keen on having this 19 year old street tough around, but as things developed, I'm glad my wife talked me into it. She's 22 and I'm 23, by the way. When Tim arrived, he looked exactly like I remembered him. Leather jacket,...
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Blue Milk, everybody had to have it. The first true aphrodisiac. One
sip or mixed in another drink and the recipient was taken over by
uncontrollable lust. Yea, right. But it was the latest craze
sweeping the nation and my paper wanted a story. Kind of the latest
fad of the month fluff piece.
LESBIAN STORIES
Me and my friends Linda and Kim had just arrived at the camp grounds. We were really excited to have a weekend camping with just us girls. I am 21 yrs old and both Linda and Kim are 22, we go the the same college were we meet and became very close friends. When we got to camp we set up our tent and...
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A couple years ago I decided to get myself a job over the summer while I wasn't studying so I would have a bit of money for the next year. I tried to get some bar work but having no experience in this meant that people just weren't interested. Eventually I got a job in a Bingo hall. This was ideal because it was near where I lived so I didn't have to spend money on getting to work. The pay wasn't brilliant, but I didn't mind. I had a job to keep me out of mischief over the summer and it would pay to get me pissed periodically.
A couple years ago I decided to get myself a job over the summer while I wasn't studying so I would have a bit of money for the next year. I tried to get some bar work but having no experience in this meant that people just weren't interested. Eventually I got a job in a Bingo hall. This was ideal because it was near where I lived so I didn't have to spend money on getting to work. The pay wasn't brilliant, but I didn't mind. I had a job to keep me out of mischief over the summer and it would pay to get me pissed periodically.
