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Part 7 of ? I woke up. Then went in to the shower. I Just stood there, letting the water run over me. I cleaned myself. as i was finishing. Kelly walked in. she got into the shower. But as she tried to touch me i got out and dried myself. "whats wrong" she said "i don't want to" i said I did but i was not going to let her decied when i did it like last night. I went into the living room. Sara was sitting on the couch. "what you watching" i said "just some tv nothing special"...

Interview with a rapist. It didn’t start out that way, just sort of happened. I didn’t leave my house thinking I am going to go out and rape the shit out of someone. I was just enjoying the sunshine. You know, just watching the people on the beach, listening to the shrieks of the kids as they ran around on the sand, build castles or buried each other. It was a normal day and I was taking a break from writing. Didn’t I tell you I am writing a book? Oh! Well I am. It is a technical manual about travel...

Chapter 4 I called Mel later and she put Julie on the phone. I told them what happened with Dad. Julie was surprised I’d gotten that far already. She said it took her at least three weeks to get that far with her dad. They suggested I play it cool for a bit and not push him too far, too fast. Just wear that shirt on Sundays for a couple of weeks and try to keep showing him more and more of my body. Let the conversation go where it can but keep letting him know I’m okay with him seeing...

Thanks to garbonzo607 for their insightful edits. =================================== It took both Gina and Summer bouncing on my bed to wake me. I was dead to the world, and yet having nightmares about demons tearing apart all those I cared about, ripping off their limbs, and eating their flesh. When the two women were finally able to wake me, I was soaked with sweat, and breathing pretty heavily. "'Bout time," Summer told me with a smile, but there was a worried look buried deep in her eyes. "What were you dreaming about, that had you moaning, and tossing, and turning, huh?" Gina...

WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be...

Living in the projects of Chicago is exactly how it sounds. A nightmare. To make matters worse, my mom’s usually fucked up on whatever drug she can find half the time, doing some unsavory things in order to maintain her fix. We’ve all had to do things we’re not proud of to survive in this hell hole, myself included. Being a small, pale skin, “sissy” white boy in a place like this has made me an easy target. Especially without a dad to protect me, he left a long time ago. It’s bad enough that I’m constantly confused for a girl...

The story of toothpick My name is john Tucker and in all the years of my life, I have no history of romance. My sweetheart is my right hand. Why you ask? Because I have a big problem, well I guess you can say a small problem (pun intended). You see I was born with a small dick. How small you ask? I’m 18 in my last year of high school, and my dick is the size of a toothpick. Hence I got the nick name toothpick growing up. I mean everyone calls me by this stupid ass nick name. My...

Eloise sat there, hips tucked back, knees next to her cheeks, feet dangling in front of her, and listened to the conversation taking place on the other side of her impromptu venue for some ‘stress relief’ that involved plunging an 8-inch silicone cock into her dripping snatch. Moments ago, she was tweaking her nipple with one hand and furiously rubbing her sensitive clit with a pair of fingers from the other. Moans were streaming out of her mouth in a boundless cascade of obscene lewdness. She had her eyes shut, and she was doing her best to block out the fact...

Lucy stared down at her brother sitting at the kitchen table and pouring a steady stream of maple syrup over the pancakes in front of him. She was always amazed how such a scrawny boy was able to eat so much and not gain any weight. “Are you even tasting that, Sammy?” He looked up at her, cheeks full like a squirrel, and nodded. She couldn’t help but smile. It was times like this that she had to remind herself that he wasn’t her baby brother anymore. At 20, he was a young man with the mentality of a pre-teen. Stricken...

Spending your formative years in San Francisco, you develop differently, especially when it comes to sex.I never had girlfriends per say, and I didn't even where jockey shorts, but I did masturbate quite frequently. Which is to say,I had other interests. So, when I was fifteen,I wondered into the Castro district, although I couldn't drink,I thought I would take a look around. People were really friendly....A curious pretty boy teenager...heh...go figure. There was a particular bar, with a sidewalk cafe where I was asked to join some really cute guys and they would get me drinks. I jumped at the chance...