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The Night I Discovered My Step-sister was a Stripper [M/F] Warning: VERY LONG, lots of text.

This is another in a series of unlikely sexual exploits from my younger days. Trust me when I say that not NEARLY all of my sex life has been like this, but I do like to take time to write about the more notable occasions. I'd love to hear your feedback.

[M/f] Unpredictable

True story: Took some liberties with the dialog, but you get the gist. Names changed... yada yada. Edit: I'm new to writing these stories and I may not have set up the background adequately to define that light bondage was always present and much requested by my partner in these situations. The complaints made about predictability of the sex life were a direct request for more of this. It is a pretty fond memory for the both of us and we still joke about it to this day. I in no way condone rape.

helping my friend get over her ex [f/f]

It was shortly after my high school graduation. The summer was full of partying since most of my friends were going to different schools. One of my best friends, I’ll call her Jess, was dating this guy who was going to a different college from her. They had originally planned on trying the long distance relationship but as the summer went on they began fighting a lot and realized that it wouldn’t work. They had been together for a while and she was really upset about it but it was over.

Great way to end college (Part 1) [M/F]

First time posting. Be gentle.

About me: 6 foot, tall, skinny, white guy with a scruffy brown beard. My hair is almost always medium length, around the ears or so, not styled. I've been called cute by ladies and feel confident saying I'm slightly above average looking. Won't win modeling contests, but I can hold my own.

Strangers [M/F]

She checked her phone again.

But she found nothing there except for a photo of herself and him smiling — a couple silently mocking her, flaunting a happier time in her frustrated face. It had been 40 minutes and several large whiskies since he had stormed off. Again.

She didn't even know what they were arguing about this time, something to do with principles? A misunderstanding? Who knew. Who cared. Right now all she wanted to do was punish him, and since he wasn't making himself available for this she was going to take it out on her liver.

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