The only way to really start this is at the beginning, though it takes us back a good 20 years. Right now, my wife Samantha and I are in our late 30s, but when we first met, we were teenagers in high school. I'm a year older, and had dated around a bit before we got together, had a few serious girlfriends I'd slept with, but she'd only had a couple of boyfriends, none of whom had gotten past "second base" (hey, we were k**s, that's what we called it back then). We hooked up when she was 16 and I was 17, and I was her first. I didn't know it at the time, but though she was different from all the stick-thin adolescents I'd been dating till then, she was what my ideal woman turned out to be — cute as hell, a little thick, amazing ass and tits, and, at 16, she was ready and interested in having a lot of fun. The first night we got together, I was already taking her further than she'd ever gone before, both of us buck naked, jerking and fingering each other for an hour the way only teens can, and I was even going so far as to get on a condom and start to try and enter her — and she was tight as a drum. I asked if she'd ever had sex before (assumed she had, because she was moving so fast with me that night), and when she said no, I backed off. Didn't want to start her off this way — so we took a few weeks to get deeper into foreplay, and then about a month after we started dating, we snuck out for a night (the old "I'll tell my parents I'm relaxing @ my best …
Paralysed Faggot 1
To all you haters out there. Yes I realise this is the 3rd time I've released this story. It was subjected to a lot of trolling plus spam. I've released this edited and combined version to quicken the story arc. I want to continue this story and give it a true conclusion. Idea's would be most appreciated. Paralysed Faggot By Mathew Elizabeth 1. I lay in bed unable to ever move my entire body. After a tragic sports accident years ago I was left paralysed from the shoulders down. Years of therapy were able to get only my hands moving again and retrieve sexual sensation. At least I could still masturbate, I thought to myself. It was the only highlight of my life. When I told my male caretaker that I need 'Private time', as always he understood. He simply grabbed my wrist and placed one hand on my laptop computer and my other hand near my crotch. Its from there that I proceed to do my business after he walks out of the room to give me my privacy. I lay in bed with my laptop computer in front of me. My other hand flopped out onto the keyboard and touch pad. I'm very slow, but I managed to log in to my Chat-Program. The list of all my contacts are shown to me and a number of instant messages flood through, indicating that some of them have sent me messages. Master C: "Hey Faggot! Where's my money!" Master Devin: " Where did my ugly fat paralysed faggot get to? Master Nick: "Hey bitch, I need some cash to take my girl out to the movies!" WalkerBrahh: "Fucking Quadriplegic loser! …
From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 6
Sunday afternoons in fall were usually reserved for football. Things were no different on this particular Sunday afternoon at Louie’s Bar. Nick decided to get together with friends Trent, Mitch and Jake at the bar for some good food and to root on their favorite team, the San Diego Chargers. Nick hoped to run into his long lost father at the same time. Only Danny knew his father was back in town and he didn’t want the rest of his friends to know of his sudden reappearance into his life. Since Danny was not with them, the teens couldn’t get away with drinking alcoholic beverages as they sometimes could when Danny was present. A waitress with excessive blue eye shadow and long blonde pigtails took their order. The hungry boys ordered 64 wings to share between the 4 of them. “We can always invite some ladies over to share them,” Trent said. Nick’s mind hadn’t eased over his actions in the mall yesterday; cumming in the strange girl’s mouth when he suspected he might have some form of STD from having sex with the hooker earlier in the week. After sneaking off to the clinic without rousing too much suspicion from his mother, the doctor confirmed Nick’s self-diagnosis that he had chlamydia and he needed antibiotics for treatment. He wanted to seek out the strange girl and warn her of what occurred though she would probably find out something was wrong soon enough. But what if she in turn infected someone else? For the first time since he lost his virginity and engaged in these …
The Academy
Jasper barely caught the bus this morning. He had to run, as fast as he could without slipping on ice, to his bus that was waiting at the corner of his nice neighborhood in Chicago. Without doubt he was nervous, but was open to the new experience. See Jasper was on his way to a sex academy. Sex school is nothing but a distant dream to kids like Jasper. Sex schools only accept the most attractive kids around, but what they also do is attempt to accept kids with unique looks. Different cultures, features, and appearances come to this school with one common factor, they all are horny and sexy teenagers. This high school is exactly what it sounds like, teens are hand picked to attend and they study the art of intercourse. It is built differently then a normal high school, but same idea, there are only four classes, each with a different teacher and different class mates, for variety purposes. Jasper is still for the most part clueless on how this will go. Jasper was a stocky boy, a little bit chubby in perspective but he had a cunning look. His facial features were terrific, he had nice brown hair and eyes. Aside from that, there was a way about him, the way he walks and talks was just so cool and collected. He was one to be desired to say the least. He arrives at school. The atmosphere was similar to any other school he has ever been to. People were talking in groups, walking to classes, the normal stuff. From where he was standing it was a normal high school, strange to think …
Ecstasy in Paralysis
Ecstasy in Paralysis By Mathew Elizabeth I lay in bed unable to ever move my entire body. After a tragic sports accident years ago I was left paralysed from the shoulders down. Years of therapy were able to get only my hands moving again and retrieve sexual sensation. At least I could still masturbate, I thought to myself. It was the only highlight of my life. When I told my male caretaker that I need 'Private time', as always he understood. He simply grabbed my wrist and placed one hand on my laptop computer and my other hand near my crotch. Its from there that I proceed to do my business after he walks out of the room to give me my privacy. I lay in bed with my laptop computer in front of me. My other hand flopped out onto the keyboard and touch pad. I'm very slow, but I managed to log in to my Chat Program. The list of all my contacts are shown to me and a number of instant messages flood through, indicating that some of them have sent me messages. Master C: "Hey Faggot! Where's my money!" Master Devin: " Where did my ugly fat paralysed faggot get to? Master Nick: "Hey bitch, I need some cash to take my girl out to the movies!" WalkerBrahh: Fucking Quadriplegic loser! Get Online NOW! This was my life. This was how I dealt with it; masturbating and losing myself completely to the verbal abuse of young arrogant teens called 'Cash Masters'. The many boys on cam have been paid large amounts of money by me. Ever since I was paralysed 10-years ago my rich parents gave me my …