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Filling in for mom

My step dad scott had been in my life since I was young he was the only father figure I ever knew. He is a handsome light skinned black man with hazel eyes. Scott finally got the news he had been waiting for he was going to be promoted to VP for the branch of his company in our location. He rushed home telling me n mom the good news after his excitement settled he told us his promotion would be official at a company banquet at branch headquarters in Las Vegas.

3:48 [M/F]

I originally posted this on another site

I woke up hot and sweaty, and turned to the window. The remnants of a arousing dream slowly drifts from my thoughts. Still dark out. I turn to the alarm clock, scratching my head. 3:48 AM.

"Fuck. I'm not even supposed to be up till 7:15.”

A much more mild story about my farting fetish [22m]

Like I said in the story where my sister smelled my fart, I like to wear dirty old white tighties that've saved up my odors for months and months until people start to notice, and then I clean them. But I didn't tell you guys what I do the night before I clean them.

I have no idea where this came from, I never had a sexual experience with poop or diapers or whatever when I was younger. I've just always been this way, I just always like the rectal smell so much it arouses me.

new lil sis (M/F)

I recently moved closer to the university and rented the basement suite in the house where you live with your grandma and aunt. Since you were the only person that spoke English, you were the one that I dealt with every day regarding the suite, even though you were only 18 and just finishing up high school.

Our conversations gradually became more friendly than business, and you started to hangout down in my suite. watched TV/movies, and I taught you a song on the guitar. Recently you've been coming down and having dinner with me.

On a bus ride pit stop [m/f]

I was taking an overnight bus ride last summer. It was raining pretty hard as I got to the bus stop. I was the first one there and enjoyed watching the others running for shelter from the rain. This tall blond guy runs under the shelter right next to me and I can't help but to check out his muscular chest clinging to his wet white t-shirt. We talk for a while, but just the basic travelers' small talk (where are you from? Where have you been? Have you seen...)

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