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Sex With My Boss's Daughter [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren't lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

All I Want For My Birthday Is A Big Booty Hoe [f/f]: A Kennedy and Chloe Chronicle. PS. Chloe found out about my storytelling...

HI! Well it's been a while huh? Two main reasons why such the gap, the first Chloe found my writings when I forgot to log in on this account in incognito mode.... so a fight ensued. I let her read all 58 pages in my word doc. which is everything i've posted here. We discussed and came to an agreement. I'm allowed to continue as long as she reads them first so i'd say a win win situation for everyone.

My [F17] second date with the bank teller [M27], my

So many panties ruined in the hours following my first date with Mike, a bank teller who I had been flirting with and thinking about in the shower for months. I didn't just want him, I needed him. I needed to feel myself being filled up, not just in my pussy but in my mouth too. I wanted to show off my blow job skills I had just recently discovered.

Me [F17] and the bank teller [M27]...first date

I was raised in a small town and had conservative parents with typical family values, which caused me to grow up with a decent sense of modesty and a lot of naïveté. I always liked boys a little too much. I had my first "boyfriend" in kindergarten, and didn't stop from there. Up until the age of 16, I always had a boyfriend, which at that age meant not much more than just a buddy who I held hands with, went to movies with, and kissed sometimes.

A GW GW story?

I’m nervous: Terribly nervous. I’m about to meet my first date in forever. This new person is about to walk into my life. I think on the thrill of possible outcomes: The fear of possible rejection. In reality it was always rare for me to ask anyone out, but that’s not saying I’m inexperienced: The contrary, but it’s just been a long, long time. I sit here waiting by the plush marble and rose wood elevators. I know the girl who’s coming now but I feel the butterflies of this inevitable and strange experience. I’ve chosen our rendezvous carefully, an elegant, discrete hotel.

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