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My last High School story [m/f]

So this was right at the end of the school year, maybe a month before it ended. My girlfriend and I had long broken up (bitch cheated on me with 4 guys). Ex-bashing aside, we had a family move in next door. Great people. The father was an officer in the marines, and his wife was a nurse or something like that. They had two sons and a daughter. Both of his sons went military, and they were all my age with maybe a year difference. But their daughter was incredibly sexy. Ever since they moved in, I had thought she was beautiful.

all my lovers

I just wanted to write a bit about all the previous women I've been with, and some of the things about them or the time that I liked about each of them. Names have been changed...

My (f)irst ti(m)e squirting

DISCLAIMER: This is an entirely true story, but I told it in a kind of prose-y way in order to maintain the feels of the situation, if that makes sense.

My second time with Emma [M/F] [Anal] [Part 2]

It had been about a week since Emma and my first encounter. We hadn’t talked since, I don’t blame it on her, with the school year ending and all I know she was out of town seeing her brother graduate high school. I wasn’t expecting to hear from her unless she was up for a booty call anytime soon which I doubted after our last time, I hadn’t even thought about jerking it after that kind of release.

However, the following morning I finally did hear back from her. “I need you inside me now. There is a surprise waiting for you! I hope you like the picture <3<3<3”

I've always wanted to [f]uck [m]y professor. (F21/M39)

I had arrived back at university fresh from a month-long trip to Cambodia, more confident and self-aware and ready to take on a new semester. Though it didn't have anything to do with my major, I had decided to take Southeast Asian history in an effort to reconnect myself with my roots. The class was early on a Thursday morning and I found myself enjoying the long bus ride to our verdant campus, sipping my first coffee and watching the rain-glazed city go by.

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