Shortly after returning from camp, I started my senior year in high school. This was supposed to be the best year of my life, so everyone told me, but I could not imagine it topping my Junior and sophomore years. Over the past two years I had transformed from a sweet innocent young girl to now, for lack of a better term, a nymphomaniac. Over the past two years, I had learned to love sex in all aspects. I loved giving and receiving oral from both guys and girls, and I had been fucked by two guys and loved every minute of it. So I could not imagine, what could be better. Being a senior had its advantages. I loved how the underclassman guys would drool over Lauren and me when we walked down the hall, twisting our butts. I had changed from the first day I walked into my high school from the private school that I had previously attended. I no longer wore only dresses or skirts. I had added jeans and shorts to my wardrobe, and my shirts were now a little tighter. My parents still would not let me go to the extent of the other girls, but I didn’t complain. Over the Labor Day week end of my senior year, Lauren and I took a trip to Savannah. It was just she and I, and my parents were not real happy about it but figured it was time to let me spread my wings a bit. We spent the night in a motel near River Street. We had a fun night and some of the bouncers even let us in a couple bars, although we couldn’t drink. Both of us were hit on a lot, but we both would just smile and politely …
Sex Studio Secrets #6: Wendy-3
Wendy wonders whether she wants to work more with her hot foot fetish, will she go pro? Wendy loves to confess and to consult her fine friend, elder gentleman Professor Peter Wendy knows he records everything on video and writes her true tales in sexy stories Wendy tells below about her hot day at work and some of her hottest sexy dirty dreams Wonderful Wendy looks lovely: slender and sexy, short dress, wears panties but never any underwear Wendy has firm little tasty tits and has a few kinky fancies and fantasies for further love life Wendy is into 'smelly sex', suffering from a fancy for Bromadrosis or stink-feet from fine females Wendy loves she smell of her panties … especially after she wears them for three days in a row! Wendy has a great day at work in the shoe-shop which offers only long leather boots and high heels Wendy has an attractive client with long legs and she helps her out of her over-the-knee long boots Wendy gets wet from the smell of her feet and proposes her client to retire with her to the canteen Wendy knows well her client has seen her bare bald snatch under her sheer sexy see-through panties! Wendy seduces her and foot-fucks herself with the smelly foot, she comes hard squirting all over it Wendy loves to talk to trusted priest Professor Peter Poet about her fetishes, fancies and fantasies Wendy confesses to him that she sometimes wonders whether she wants to become a whore for foot-fucks? Wendy loves his wide open mind without any moral borders …
Confessions of A Small Town Girl – College 3: Getting the Grade
By the end of my first semester, I had regained the popularity status that I had been accustomed to in high school. The softball team was coming along good for it being our first season. We had not yet won a game, but we were beginning to gel as a team, which was considered progress. We mainly had games with small colleges around Georgia due to the low budget. Personally, I was having a good season, I thought. I was hitting well, and my pitching was improving. Coach Jared helped me to develop a couple of off-speed pitches that were coming along and had given me a larger arsenal. I really enjoyed my work sessions with the coach. He was very knowledgeable, and the fact he was hot didn’t hurt. Jared was twenty-nine, and it was his first year of coaching college softball. He had been a coach at a high school down around home, and was familiar with me from there. He had black hair, blue eyes, and was built. The only down side to him was he was married, and his wife was expecting their first child. Even though I knew that, it didn’t stop me from flirting. I had learned over the past few months how to flirt to get what I wanted. At work, I would flirt to get bigger tips, and at home I would flirt with Kate, mostly to get her in my bed. In class, I would flirt with my professors to get away with not turning in an assignment. My flirting was mostly innocent, but the results were all the same. Kate would warn me that I was going to get myself in a sticky situation, but that didn’t …
Kelseys confessions – Chapter 1 – Christmas with my stepbrother
Kelsey’s confessions – Chapter 1 Chapter One – Christmas 2013 with my stepbrother – Introduction – How it started It seems surreal to think a year has passed since that night, Christmas eve, 2013, when my world changed so quickly and dramatically. First let me introduce my stepbrother and myself. In virtually every aspect, Michael and I were normal, typical teenagers. Michael and I were close; we fought; we shared some things and we also kept other things quite private. There was nothing before the Christmas of 2013 to suggest that our relationship would ever be anything other than normal. I had never even thought of Michael in a sexual way prior to that evening. My name is Kelsey and last Christmas, I was 17 years old, and a senior in high school. I was still very much a virgin. In fact, I was woefully inexperienced with the opposite sex. I was, and still am, five foot, seven inches tall, and I barely tipped the scales at 115 lbs. I had small but perky 32 B cup breasts, and was just starting to form the ‘round bumper butt’ teenage boys lust after. I knew that I was pretty. I had large green eyes, full lips and long dark brown hair. Yes, I had a very attractive face. But rather than a body that turned heads at the high school, I had a thin, sleek body of a model. I was a runner, with virtually no body fat. Over the next few years, I knew that I would ‘fill out'; but during my last year, in high school I was rather thin. I knew my best years were still in front of me. I was, …