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the [M]teacher called my blu[f]f

I wanted to tell this story that happened about a decade ago. It really did change my life for the better. First of all, I’m from a small town in the USA, about 10,000 people. I was just starting my senior year of high school, and I was everything I thought a high school senior was supposed to be. I really grew into myself throughout the summer—about 5’8,” long blonde hair that I styled many different ways, C-cup, and that hour-glass shape with such a thin tummy and wide hips.

Kay, In the Study, With the Rug Burns (m/f)

The year was 1993. The ASCII text-based internet was on top, and so was I. Freshman year at my university was over, and with it a semester spent trading green screen-based pornographic e-mail messages with my girlfriend about what we would do to each other the next time we saw each other. Years before we would engage in Passion Rekindled, I was on my way home to what promised to be a sex-filled summer with my tiger of a girlfriend.

Quick bathroo[m] [f]uck and getting caught

Reminiscing on these stories are quite fun and sharing them makes the world go round so here's part 3 of my sexy adventures part 1 , part 2 ... they are all un-related btw...

Skinny Dipping and More [m/f]

Early last summer on a random Wednesday evening, I ran into a guy at my local bar who I’d chatted with before but had never let it progress beyond friendly small talk. However, this particular Wednesday I was in a mood. Yes, one of my wanton moods where I morph into hot mess of sexual need. He was the only thing around even somewhat interesting, so I let him bait me into following him home.

[M]y office encounter

I was 27; she was 19 and a hispanic-looking, voluptuous size 24 (I guess what you'd term a BBW). She was adventurous, I liked that about her, and would boast about having once fucked someone while up in a tree. I couldn't get my head around it but when I first heard it, it brought to mind January and Damian in one of Chaucer's saucy tales. So when I suggested sneaking into my work offices late one night, she was game.

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