I was so damn glad to be home. Work had sucked all fucking week long, and I was looking forward to a weekend of not really doing much of anything. If the wife pulled out her "to do" list, I'd simply refuse and deal with whatever repercussions I had to. At the moment, my sole plan was to get inside, put on some comfortable clothes, grab a beer and take root in front of the TV.
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this is the story of how lost my virginity and began my journey to be the goddess I am today!
I have always known, even as a small child, that I was unlike other boys. I started stealing my sister's clothing at the age of the eight. My parents caught me numerous times dressed as a girl, always telling me it was wrong and trying to discipline me. I enjoyed wearing her dresses, underwear and especially her shoes. My sister Kara was 18 at the time and rather promiscuous.
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Damn it! Just reach over and touch me. I wish you could read my mind. You would be shocked at what I am thinking right now. You think you need to go slow with me. I have been hurt in the past. Right now I just want to feel you pounding that huge joystick into my hot waiting canal. If you put your hand between my legs you would feel the wetness that begs for you to control me, take me, hurt me as you pound me with your cock. I am so hot, so hot.
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For Valentine's Day, I had planned something really special for Vinnie. It was something I'd always wanted to try, and I knew he'd like it, too. I told him to come to my place after work, and I'd have dinner ready for him. It was a bit of a fib. Yes, I was going to make him a nice steak dinner, but not until after I had my nasty way with him.
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My name is Paul and I love my mother in law, we have always got on well together ever since I married her daughter 20 years earlier, we had even progressed to a little titillation and on more than one occasion she had caught me looking at her legs when she sat cross legged on the sofa and a couple of times when I tried to peer down her top to see what color bra she had or if she even wore one or as much of her breasts as possible, she would always give me one of those sexy knowing smiles.
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Each day as I sit at my desk, shuffling all the papers to make it seem like I actually have an important role in keeping the company going, I steal glimpses at you, my private secretary. You are always dressed so sexily. Classy and sexy. From my vantage point , I can watch you at work, always so professional. What I really love is the way you show off your long legs. I watch as you cross your legs, sometimes your skirt pushed above your stocking tops. I can even hear the hiss of your nylons as you cross your legs.
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If you've ever been to Eighth Street in Manhattan you must have noticed the shoe stores. Hundreds of people, tourists, NYU students, serious shoppers, surge into and out of them every day looking for bargains. Every language you can imagine is heard there: Japanese, Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, you get the idea.
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"I still can't believe you can do that," Amy said to me.
I lay out on the gym floor, preparing for our morning workout. My girlfriend was staring at me, shaking her head, as I collapsed upon my upper thigh in an extended stretch.
"Practice, my dear, practice," I winked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "While it's impressive, it's just not right."
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I was a freshman in college, a virgin, and as luck would have it sharing the dormitory floor with more females than males. In fact there were two beauties just across the hall from my room that I shared with Kevin Morris, a very religious kid who was penciled in as next year's starting quarterback.
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When I first came to terms with the fact I was attracted to women, I did the typical thing. Internet porn was in its infancy, but I was a teenager with nothing but time to learn. I bought magazines as well, flipped through the bare, enhanced, airbrushed breasts and landing strip pussies, and never really got that thrill. I knew I liked women, but these... mutants barely registered on that scale. "Feather your hair, open your eyes as wide as possible, smile wide. Wider. Okay, now, pretend like you're playing baseball and you forgot your uniform pants. Perfect!"
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