Patrice has been married for twenty years. During that time she has rarely known sexual pleasure. She discovers porn and masturbation to aid her desires, but she wants more. She slowly succumbs to the urge of asking to see men's cocks, but later finds herself engaged in hardcore sex with various men.
A geeky young man seeks to date his high school crush. Her mom requires him to wear a chastity device and gives him lessons on his place in a female-led relationship. He is a fast learner and gladly applies the lessons to his crush. He and his crush remain virgins (at least in this story).
Fan Fiction about the origins of Celebrity Commedienne and Podcaster Esther Povitsky. Esther's parents think she won't amount to much and send her to get an alternative education. All Events in this story are fiction.
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It was too much for Little Miss Virgin to ignore. She had to do it now. Right Now. Her fingers found the sweet spot and soon she was spinning in a mist of euphoric release. She hoped her silent admirer was watching from across the courtyard. She twisted her naked body to give him a good view of the cream between her legs. The knock on the door made her heart beat fast and she sprayed her juice onto the pristine white carpet.
Mandy is still a virgin at 23. Now she is ready to try anything. She quickly becomes addicted to sapphic pleasures and even tries anal sex in an interracial relationship. Her tight little holes are starting to loosen up and she learning new tricks every night.
They had meant it to be road trip for them to get away for a week, a chance to kindle their waning sex life. How quickly things can change. Instead, an old fantasy came to life!
I was running along, my feet bare and the tree branches wiping my face. I was being chased but I couldn't remember by whom. I fell but before I could get up, hands grabbed me and pulled me upright. I was eleven again, wearing that silly squaw outfit my mother had made for me but now it was a little too small for my growing body.