Kristen archives and asstr sex stories
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Karen shivered in the cool breeze as she turned off the pathway and down
a shortcut
to her college. She was 19, a freshman and just beginning to come to
terms with sex.
Her parents had been strict Catholics and she hadn’t even started dating
till she was
seventeen. She was still a virgin, though she was determined to change…
Read More →Brian: Good afternoon. I’m Brian Gumball.
Katie: And I’m Katie Cutetrick, broadcasting from
Athens, Greece, site of the 2004 sex Olympics.
Brian: Sex is just a demonstration sport this year,
but the International Sex Committee hope to have it
instated as a medal sport for 2008 in Beijing . NBC
Sports is broadcasting from the male female venue,
today. You …
I am 22 years old, 5’6″ tall, long straight black hair, and I
have an athletic body. I live in the suburbs of Nashville, TN.
Just outside of Nashville is a fairly large public park. This is
where my story takes place.
It was a beautiful spring day and I decided that a little
adventure was in order. I woke …
I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to
run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and
introduced me.
“How do you do,” said Ms. Michaels. She looked friendly enough and
paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy
about her.
That was the only time I saw her …
Read More →Attention Dr. Kent Segumi,
Last month while exploring a dusty bookshop in Camden Town England I
discovered a very pecululair manuscript dated 1872.
The old man at the counter said he could offer no information on the
book. Since the condition was very poor, many pages missing, some pages
illegible due to water damage, and the leather cover cracked and …
I woke with a jolt and a terrifying feeling I was about to fall from
the violently bucking rodeo horse in my dream. But, even now with my
eyes open, I wasn’t sure I was properly awake. I was still being
bounced vigorously in my seat and there was a cloud of dust all
around. It was a disorientating moment, …
Jennifer Patterson was a sophomore at Ambrosia High. She was of
medium height with a curvy build and white-blond hair. Her mother had
been a Bulldog cheerleader and Jennifer had been raised believing that
there was no higher calling than to don the red, blue and white and
spend Friday nights encouraging the Bulldogs to slaughter their
opponents. It was …
She was dripping wet. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked
across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight.
Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he
did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off
of …
He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly
wended its way down his cheek, as he began to pack her things.
The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He
remembered how happy she was, how she felt in his arms as they
danced around the room. The material was soft, clingy, sensual;…
It had been a good take this year; the little vampire tossed the
crumbled blanket aside and emptied the overstuffed plastic grocery bag
onto his bed. A cascade of tiny colors and shapes, with browns and
oranges speckled throughout.
Separating the booty into piles, he rasped a violent cough and wiped
his nose along a patch of forearm exposed through …
Suddenly middle aged men were as frisky as teenagers and their women,
whilst initially secretly pleased soon became exhausted through the
renewed attentions thrust upon, and indeed into them. And so they
started complaining.
However you can’t shove the genie back in the bottle and, like nuclear
weapons, it couldn’t be uninvented.
So the drug companies worked on a version …
Read More →I was in the small toilet block in the university Art’s Faculty’s upper
story where I had cleaned up, but was still naked under my coat. I was left
flushed by Abby and Jess, horny and panting for more. The office and other
staff had gone for the night and the few academic staff that might use this
block would …
Lina is sitting in her hospital bed. She is munching through her
dinner. She looks much better than yesterday, even though her
face is still swollen and she is pale.
We are alone; Ana is out in the gardens with her father. I guess
they have a lot to talk about. A good man, that Mustafa. He is
showing compassion …
I went home Monday night. Had a nice talk with my parents. They’re all for
The Program, as I explained, but they’re worried about me more than they let
on. They let me talk out some of the things that happened. It was good.
And then I went upstairs and jerked off, and I think it took all of seven…
Read More →When I wrote “Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me”, it was a personal
experiment writing a story as dialog only. I didn’t get much feedback but
three out of the four letters asked for a sequel to the story. This was
never my intention but when I read the story again, I realised that the
story and characters held promises …