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    January 8th, 2014 at 10:57 pm

    Improve it? I need honest answers, people.
    Thanks….
    Here it is….
    ONCE UPON A WAR

    By
    Alex Cubero

    Chapter 1

    An explosion rocked me and my hiding place. People screamed out. A body thunked next to me. Blood was coming out of his eyes and nose. Another of my friends. Another American troop, lost to the war. Angrily I peeked over the wall. I saw no enemies, but blew a Swastika flag to shreds of fabric. I ran out, hunched over, searching for enemies. I ran inside the giant building. BAM! BAM! BAMBAM! A row of holes shattered the tiles next to me. I ducked behind a tipped-over table. I sighted with my Tommy. A lone Nazi was hunched behind his MG 42, trying to find me. I aimed as carefully as possible, and shot one shot. His head erupted and split, little bits of Evil splashing everywhere. The call aroused several voices from a room just a little ahead of me. “Was war das?” “Was ist los? Sie! Adolf! Gehen Sie dort hinaus!” A shrimpy-looking Nazi came out of the room, timidly looking around. A mouse scuttled out from the wall and he emptied his clip at it. The mouse scuttled away, but Adolf fell backwards, hitting his helmetless head on the ground, knocking him out. I silently stepped over him. Harsh laughs came from the room. 3, I judged. I reloaded my Tommy. I stepped out from behind the wall and emptied my clip, fighting to stay on target. I looked at the gore. A general? Why is a general at a small house in Italy? What am I missing here? I was out of clips for my gun. I picked up that kid, Adolf, that’s right, his gun. I took out the clip. I stripped him of all his Nazi uniform. I pitied the kid, even if he was a Nazi. I threw the clothes behind a table. I took clips out of the other Nazis guns. I cocked the MP40. I sneaked up the stairs. I looked over the wall. A single Italian Blackshirt was asleep in a chair. I went up to him and put my Colt 45 to his head. I pulled the trigger. BOOM! Half the house was gone. I couldn’t think. My ears rung and a giant weight pinned my legs down. Red surrounded my vision. The ringing dimmed. My Brain started working again. Ah. It was an explosion. A big one. A bomb. That is when the red seared my vision. The pain had registered. Dear god! My eyes opened wide. I opened my mouth and bit the nearest rafter. I bit hard, and screamed on the inside. The pain diminished slightly. I took deep breathes. I lifted myself a bit. Ow! No. Most certainly NOT happening. I started lifting and heaving what I could off of me. I tried to slide out a little. It hurt, but I tried anyway. I slid out. After I was out, I felt my legs. Nothing was broken, surprisingly, but that left a bruise. I stood up, very painfully. This is gonna be fun. I ran a little. I climbed the ladder down, and surveyed the damage. Just then the rest of the house collapsed. I coughed and ran away from the dust. I stabbed three Nazis in the way. I jumped in a Willie. I sped past Americans and ran down Italians and Germans. Two sdkfz 2 half tracks swerved in front of me. I jumped out of my jeep just in time, and the three vehicles slammed into each other, tires rolling here and there. I shoved a grenade in the wreckage, pulled the pin, and ran away. An explosion told me that the Nazis were dead for sure, now. Suddenly I thought. I cursed silently. I could have had more ammo. A crunch of gravel made me whip around, gun at the ready. An American soldier was crouching and poking at the melted inferno that was once three vehicles. “I bombed it already. You don’t have to worry,” I said. He looked up. “But…you have an MP40…wouldn’t they have had ammo?” he asked. “Yup. Yes. Yeah. I know. I’m a total idiot. And you’re probably a genius…but waddya expect? College, I said. Who needs it, I said. The Army doesn’t, I said. Well…Don’t get shot,” I ranted. I walked off and the guy watched me go. I walked through ruins. Dead soldiers littered the ground. Guns and shells sat next to them. A crumpled tank sat in one corner. Overturned vehicles were here and there. AA guns sat smoking, dotting the expanse of death and wrecks. I sighed. This was war. This was what I signed up for, making my family worry. Risking myself. Missing out on the groovy 40s. I listened for the first time I jumped out of the plane into this…place. Guns shooting constantly. They sound like firecrackers. Harmless, little, firecrackers. Explosions sounded on occasion, too. Just a bigger firework. If that was all they were, I wouldn’t be listening to them like this. I stood there contemplating for a while. Searchlights scanned the night sky and AA guns fired at Allied bombers. Explosions in the air marked the loss of another good guy. I meandered through the town. My MP40 hung limply at my side. I put it on my shoulder and tightened the strap. The stars shimmered beautifully. Every once in a while the stars were blocked out by a massive shape. If I didn’t know that
    The stars shimmered beautifully. Every once in a while the stars were blocked out by a massive shape. If I didn’t know that it was a plane, I would be scared. Bombs fell on certain areas. Three Messerschmitt 109 airplanes flew overhead. I shot at one, threw a grenade at another. The grenade one got his tale blown off. He fell and exploded. The shot-at one escaped, turned around, and started to shoot where I was. It flew by, turned again, and followed his partner, assured he had killed me. BOOM! KA-PWOOM! Explosions. Shot by their own AA guns. Shows just how stupid Axis powers are. I started running. I didn’t know where I was running to. I just ran. I took off my gun and shot wildly. “Ich höre ein! Eintragfaden! Schießen Sie ihn! BEWEGEN SIE SICH HERAUS!” Three hundred, at least, Nazis came pouring out of an alley. “That’s a lot of ammo! Don’t bother shooting, boys! Save the ammo for me!” I yelled at them. I shot in rows, knocking 10 Nazis on average down each row. I showered them with
    with shots and showered the ground with shells. Down they went. Helmets fell. Men fell. Guns fell. Blood fell. Click. No. No no no no no!! Out of ammo. Already. Out of my holsters two Colt .45s came out. BLAM! BLAM! BLAMBLAMBLAM! More Nazis fell. 2 were left and my Colts were done. Out. I picked up the nearest Luger and fired two shots. The Nazis fell. I picked up as many clips as I could carry. Lugers, MP40s, Walthers, Mauser rifles, even a Panzerfaust. I walked-no, staggered, really-away with my load. I walked on. My load kept getting lighter with the appearance of Nazis and Blackshirts. American troops sometimes ran past. I didn’t even remember the objective. Something about AA guns. Or was it tanks? A certain weapon? A lieutenant of some sort? Eventually I’ll complete the objective if I destroy everything in sight, right? 15 or so Americans ran past me. An explosion ahead told me that was probably the objective. Three of our guys fell. Gunshots echoed through the town. A giant expl
    explosion sank three buildings. I covered my nose and mouth. Dust shot through the alley. I ran down to the rest of my troops. Five lay groaning. One was halfway covered by a building. 3 more were shot. The rest must be buried by the buildings. I looked around the rubble. There was nothing there. Bombs? It must have been bombs. I continued walking. I thought I heard a sort of squeaking sound. Then it stopped. Must have been bats. I never stopped walking. I never stopped thinking. I never stopped being lethal. Shots would ring out along my path. Bodies would thunk onto the ground. Swastikas would be shredded. German eagles obliterated. Clips stolen. Clips. More clips. More deaths. War. A machine. A meat grinder. Why? Why can’t we just…get along? And to think I ponder this while killing people. People who will die for their beliefs. War is an ugly beast, killing, shredding, and feasting on blood. Bang, a body falls. That easily. It takes so much to make a person, to make a life. A pull
    pull of a trigger. The life is extinguished. Good, bad, does it matter? In the other sides’ eyes, the other side is always bad. The pain can sear through and through, and all they feel is triumphant. The pain sears on them. They finally feel sorry. It’s not that the Nazis aren’t bad. They are. It just seems wrong that they can believe so hard they would die for it. It being their beliefs. And we kill them. After this war, we’ll probably hunt them down and kill them. Even if they are 96 and helpless, we will kill them. I shook my head. I need to focus. Maybe all this is true, but I still need to kill or be killed-and I want to live. BAMAMAMAMBAM!! Bodies fall to the ground. I stopped paying attention to where I was walking. I kept staring at the stars. Fire streaks showed the downed planes, speeding toward the ground. No doubt the drivers had passed out or were already dead. One streak was farther away than the others. I realized…that wasn’t a plane. That was a shooting star. Finally.
    A streak of beauty. WHAM! I slammed into something. Something very hard. I looked down. Oh no. No. No no no! I just hit a Tiger II tank. Made this year. There were only three. That was the squeaking sound. No doubt this was the objective.
    Chapter 2

    Squeak. Squeak squeak. The turret turned toward me. A single Nazi popped out the top. “Sie sind nicht wert die Gewehrkugeln von dieser Schönheit. Ha, Sie sind nicht wert Gewehrkugeln von meinem Luger,” the Nazi sneered at me. “Möglicherweise obwohl, möglicherweise ich gerade einem ersparen kann.” He removed a Luger from his holster and pointed it at me. “Auf Wiedersehen,” He said to me. Until that moment I had appeared to be stunned. Right then I took out my MP40 and filled him with holes. He looked shocked. His eyes were wide. He chuckled and smiled at me. A kind smile. He threw his Luger down and raised his hands in surrender. “Ich schätze, dass ich dieses in der guten Stimmung nehmen sollte. Ich verdiente dieses. Ich tat wirklich. im Ende waren Sie das gute,” He said. He put his hand on my shoulder. He grinned again. “Ich bin…sorry,” he said. His eyes grew distant, then blank. His hand tightened, then went limp on my shoulder. His body sloped forward.
    His chest heaved once or twice, and then stopped. He was dead. Another hatch opened and the radio man came out, firing shots wildly. I ducked just in time and heard the bullet zoom overhead. “Kommen Sie heraus! Kommen Sie heraus! Ich bilde ihn schnell!” I heard him yell. A shape moved behind me and a Blackshirt raised his rifle. BLAM! The radio man didn’t recognize his own man. I heard the hatch close and the tank start. I ran past, careful not to be seen. It lurched forward and crushed the body. I snuck up to it. I quickly pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it in the exhaust and ran and jumped down into the dirt. The radio man popped out and wondered what the metallic clinking sound was. BOOM! Shrapnel and larger pieces of metal flew by me. A fiery chunk of metal was all that remained. Three Americans leaped out of the shadows, bazookas raised. When they saw what remained of one of the Tiger II tanks, they lowered their bazookas. “You did that?” one of them asked. I nodded.
    A piece of metal shifted and a flaming Nazi ran out. The Americans gunned him down before he got two steps. It seemed cruel, but it would be more cruel to let him burn. What would be fitting would be to let him live with such horrible burns. A sudden tink tink sound made me grab two Americans and shove them to the ground. I was reaching up for the last one when a sudden explosion from within the tank sent fire hurling toward my arm. I yanked it back. I got the troop down, but, sadly, a sharp chunk of metal got him first. I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say, we had to wipe ourselves off. One of the troops talked into his radio. The transmission came in clear; “wait 10 minutes and move into section K-24 at exactly 0600 hours. Bombing and clearing now.” We moved in close. Explosions rocked the ground under our feet. When they stopped, we checked the time and moved into the blackened clearing. The B-17 bomber buzzed and landed. Our Jump Master motioned for us to run and jump in.
    None of the others made it. The engines buzzed harder. We turned and took off. “We have to cut through Germany slightly and go through France. On the borders of Italy there are too many AA guns and Axis forces,” said the JM. Hours later he announced that we crossed the border of Germany. By then all the troops on the plane-4 of us-were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. I was on a winning streak and getting the most shells, which we were using as currency. BOOM! AA guns shot at us. We saw the streaks of fire out of the window. Some came way too close. BAM! It sounder like the tail gunner-or what was left of him-was floating toward the earth. BABAMBABAM! The gunners on the top, bottom, and nose were shooting at a squadron of German planes coming straight toward us. Bombs whistled through the air as they tried desperately to make the AA guns go away. BOOM! I looked out the narrow slit that served as a window. I paled and started to get dizzy. “What’s up?” asked one of the guys.
    I shifted over a little so they could see the flames leaping through the air from our engine. A sound of shattering glass and the plane leaning to one side and losing altitude rapidly showed us that shrapnel had laid our captain to eternal peace. “Pretend it’s a green light! GO!! We don’t have much time!” The JM said, and jumped out the door. We hooked our hooks on the rails on the ceiling. We ran and jumped. Our parachutes opened, and our fall slowed. I saw the JMs’ chute get shot up. Luckily, he was near the ground, and landed rather well. He shoved off his chute and got his Thompson out. I saw him firing, motioning with his hand for us to wobble of behind the bushes, get tangled in a tree, and drop. We did as we were told, and got out our Tommy guns. We rushed out to help our JM. A Stielhandgranate flopped itself down next to me. I kicked it back and it exploded, sending Nazis flying without a plane. A sound of MP40s cocking behind our head sent a ripple of terror shattering my spin
    shattering my spine. “Angegangen! Lässt den Führer über diese kleine Sache sehen. Angegangen! Zum Bomber! JETZT!” Said the general behind my head. I put my hands up and dropped my Tommy. He pushed me towards a Heinkel bomber. We flew to Berlin, making bets with who was Hitlers’ “main squeeze.”
    Chapter 3

    The Heinkel bumped up and down, and we could see concrete rushing past, as if in a hurry to run from the Nazi base ahead. The tires squealed as brakes were applied, and smoke poured from them, as if by magic. The smell of burning rubber wafted through the small slits that served as windows, and one of us gagged. A Nazi looked at us and chuckled at the gagging American. I wanted to rip off his lips, but if I did I knew I would have an MP40 shoved up my nose and shot. The bomber was slowing, then stopped. We all got up, and were shoved out of the plane. We were led into a big building with two SS guarding it, and with a huge Swastika flag that said “Heil Hitler” and an engravement on the building that said “Hitler ist Deutschland, unt Deutschland ist Hitler.” I stopped for a moment, considering attempting to escape. I knew that I could probably take out the first two guards guarding me, and maybe one of the SS guards.
    I knew, however, that after that the rest of the guards would shoot me. I considered using that as an excuse for suicide to avoid any horrible tortures they may have lined up for me, but decided against it. I can tough it out. I might even survive through it. I was still standing motionless, so the Nazi behind me gave me a brutal shove. I careened into the troop in front of me, who fell into the leading Nazi. I said sorry, but as I was, the troop in front turned around and started to say something to the troop I careened into-who was accepting my apology and passing it on. The leading troop waved his arms in the air, yelling at the other troop, who was trying desperately to get his sorry out. The leading Nazi watched in entertainment for a couple minutes before raising his Mauser rifle and knocking him out. The troop fell to the ground, and the two SS guards ran to him, picking him up under the armpits and by the ankles, and dragging him off to a truck.
    They radioed in their absence from their post, and drove off. I knew that this would be the best time to make a revolt, if ever. I decided that now-now was the time. It’s going to happen. I swung my fist around into the nearest Nazis nose. He fell backwards, his nose bleeding. I ran to the side, grabbed his MP40, and shot the next 3 guards. I got the other troop into the Heinkel, which was starting its engines-I don’t think it saw me-and climbed in, tossing the pilots out and shooting them. I had no clue how to drive the plane. I pushed the throttle forward as far as it would go. I felt the bomber speeding up and this odd drop feeling in my stomach. I pulled up slowly, and the dropping feeling sped up. I looked at the clouds. I looked at a dial. We were 1000 feet above the ground. I turned I looked, my eyes wide, for a button to release the bombs on the German base. I called the other troop up. “Man! The bomb button is somewhere in the back! It ain’t up here, man!” He said.
    I made a mental note to smack myself for not knowing that when we landed. I just turned. I thought I was going toward Poland. Poland, where German forces are stationed. Oh well, It’s better than circling around Berlin. Above a base that might contain Hitler. That has thousands of SS pouring out, trying to find us. I was just waiting for them to make the realization, and start shooting the plane out of the sky. Suddenly I turned the plane. I could hear the troop cursing. I brought back all the old memories of maps I had studied. Denmark was under Axis control. However, they would not shoot a German Heinkel HE 111 bomber down. I flew in the general direction. A radio transmission came in, “Seien Sie auf entführten Heinkel HE 111 vorsichtig. Wie man glaubt, ist Luftpirat äußerst gefährlich. Schießen Sie jeden Heinkel HE 111 Flugzeuge unten am ersten Zeichen der verdächtigen Aktivität.” I just understood the name of the plane-which caused me to push the throttle all the way up.
    I flew a little higher. I saw search lights turn on all around. I flew carefully around their ever-twisting path, careful not to be “enlightened.” The other troop with me was in one of the gun bubbles. I wondered, with a sickened knot in my stomach, where my JM was. We flew for many, many hours. By that time we were at Denmark, so far in I could see the ocean-and beyond that, I knew, was the UK. “Heinkel HE 111, indgå. Identificere dig selv. Hallo? Hallo? 1009, indgå. Selv om jer lave ikke identificere dig selv vi vil lukke op give ild. Genganger – selv om jer lave ikke identificere dig selv , vi vil lukke op give ild,” Said the radio at me. I started to panic. Denmark was trying to contact me, and I had no clue how to speak Danish. Or, for that matter, German. “Vi er omkring hen til lukke op give ild. Identificere dig selv nu , eller omkomme,” said the voice again. I wobbled the plane ever so slightly so I could see the ground-what I saw was a whole lot of AA guns turning to face my
    Heinkel.

    Chapter 4

    I thought that I could possibly bomb them-but again; I didn’t know how to bomb. I could see the ocean. I tried to go as fast as possible. I was close to the ocean. I could get there. It was just a matter of a few hundred feet…as soon as I could get out there…I jolted the plane higher. I was over the ocean, finally. Shots flew past the plane, just barely reaching me. Soon, they missed me completely. I was home free-and on my way to the UK. Ocean whizzed by underneath. I stayed for hours, trying to figure out how to bomb. I watched for hours as the fuel needle dropped, and hours became days, and finally, finally, while tracing my map, I realized we should be over the UK. I looked down and shouted happily, for the familiar trees and pristine, freezing water sloshed upon the shore.

    Lachlan

    February 17th, 2014 at 10:57 am

    There’s a thing named Nicole on here who keeps stalking me. I think she’s obsessed with me. How can I let her down easy?

    Random

    February 18th, 2014 at 12:40 am

    Im a 21 year old male and as long as I can remember, when I fantasize (masturbate) its about myself being a woman with a man. Although I also fantasize about being myself and having straight sex with women. I enjoy fantasizing about being a women much more however, I always want to fantasize about this but I force myself to fantasize about being a man so I don’t feel guilty afterwards. Also I should mention I finish much faster and my orgasm is much much more satisfying when I let my inhibitions go and allow myself to fantasize about being a woman.
    I have had several girlfriends all of which I was very sexually active with. I enjoyed the sex we had but not as much as I should of, for instance sometimes I couldn’t finish or I would think of anything no matter how dirty it was just so I would cum and it would be over with, afterwards I felt a little better as I was “the man” feeling good after sex. Now I even avoid sex with women because I feel I won’t be able to finish which might dissapoint them. Basically I feel I know exactly what women want. I am very romantic and make even a not so attractive girl feel like a gorgous queen, however I often act like I’m just the dumb boyfriend who doesn’t know much about women. I have never had an encounter with a man, I have never had the chance and I have also have never fantasized about being myself with another man. Although I have fantasized about dressing up as a woman, shaving my legs and acting like a woman to please a man sexually.
    I do cross dress occasionally, as soon as I put panties on I start getting a boner. Ive never been in public as a women and Im not sure I could handle it, especially at this point, I feel safer in my room. As far as when Im in public not thinking sexually I usually feel fairly comfortable in my body. Although often I will put myself in a womens shoes who is in the room and I feel good and sexy. I try to imagine the world as being that woman, Im not sure how what I feel about it, it seems to feel good but difficult to determine.
    In public though I do feel like one of the guys, everyone thinks Im straight cause Im always eyeing girls and what not, I really can’t help it Im a sucker for the female, but later when I fantasize about that girl I end up fantasizing about being her and being taken by a man. I have also fantasized about being my girlfirends and being taken by my best friend which disturbs me greatly. Also when I fantasize its typically very hardcore and vulgar such as getting used by men which you see in pornos, I love the idea of being a pretty piece of meat for several men, lying spralled out getting cocks shoved in my mouth and my ass. I love the idea of being dominated when I am fantasizing about being a women. A few years ago I got into femdom which reassured me that I was a man by gender defenitions. Yet the idea of being feminized and all of that also seems like a poor alternative with someone who might have gender issues.
    I have realized that all my sexual partners were fairly submisive, maybe if I meet a smart dominant women she could reasure me of my place as a male in the world. I would also like to experiment with men but Im not sure not that many homosexual men would enjoy me dressing up and acting female for them.
    Basically this is eating me up inside, I want to get going with my life but I cant stop thinking about these issues and how they will affect me in my future. I have thought about what it would be like to live my life as a woman and although it drives me sexually and to an extent emotionally fullfilling ((I think(sometimes when Im with my father I feel like I should have been his daughter all along)) I dont think I could go through with it. I dont feel like I would be comfortable as a women in public (and im not sure if Im saying that cause I dont want to or the fact that no one would except me and I would loose my friends). Also the idea of getting anything done to my body that is not natural(any kind of implants/surgery) scares me. I do know there are other alternatives such as simply cross dressing in public but that doesnt seem all that appealing right now. For now Im refraining from having serious partners for I fear their rejection, but in the future I would like to share my life with someone (either a man or a woman).
    I know this was a long post but I couldnt put it in any shorter terms, if any one has any advice or similar experiences please share. I have been tempted to see a gender therapist but Im a broke college student.

    Ev dog

    February 23rd, 2014 at 6:37 pm

    Rain showered the empty streets and a hue of grey found its way in the indigo colors of dawn. A gust of air caused beads of rain to collide with Alejandro’s single casement window. His eyes opened to the sound of their collision, turned on his back, cocked his head and watched as the beads formed narrow streams, trundling down his windowpane. He was trapped for a few minutes in a world between dream and reality. And as if being ensnared in an alien body, he watched as his hands stretched out from under the white quilt. He cupped his fingers against his mouth and yawned.
    After sitting at the edge of the bed for a few minutes with his forehead resting at the edges of his palms, he sighed and headed to the bathroom.
    The indigo light reflected over the wooden floor of his apartment, leaving behind an almost white hue. Add to that, dawn’s menacing hush and you get a dreamlike quality that could only be found during those hours of dawn, and only at this place.
    The world outside was dead. The grey sky hung over the world with its folded blanket of ever stretching but seamless clouds and rain.
    The citizens of the city remained motionless under their quilts, beside their wives and husbands and teddy bears, or simply, alone. They breathed in and out, they dreamed of lovers, parents, brothers, sisters, but most importantly, they existed in a consoling world that offered them respite for a while; a world of colorful dreams.
    After taking a piss, Alejandro splashed his face with some water, and then ambled over to the red tiled kitchen. He turned on the coffee machine. With a face turned down to the red tiled floor and dropped shoulders, he folded his arms and reclined against the marble counter, listening to the water as it bubbled inside the white device. A minute later, a brown thread poured out of it into a glass kettle. He poured the coffee in his white mug and ambled back to his bed. lying there under the white sheets, with his green eyes blurry and his abs hurting from a late night workout, he considered what it’d be like if the world ended today. Under this grey carpet that shaded the world and the rain that flooded the streets, all the emails, the honking horns, the yelling, the complaining, the shift of daylight colors and shades over people’s faces as they cry, scream, scowl, all of that would be a worthless fragment of a day on which all ended.
    But still, Alejandro didn’t want the world to end. He wished that, after a long day, he’d come back home, go to bed, dream dreams in which Elena’s strawberry smelling lips would be kissing him all over his body, and wake up, all alone and blissful in his sheets. May be, he thought, that after that day, if the world felt like it, it could disappear and get swallowed in a hole that sewed up itself right after taking it all in.He’d be in his apartment, naked as always, the coffee machine would burble on as he lies in bed, with his feet crossed in front of him, gazing through the window as the rain falls over an empty world; the residual void.

    everydayGuitarist

    March 6th, 2014 at 12:12 am

    I am thinking of submitting it to an erotic literature site. I just want to know if it’s good enough:

    My First Orgasm

    I had my first orgasm when I was still in school. I was sitting on my Mother’s bed one afternoon, watching TV. She was folding laundry and I was supposed to be helping but instead I had turned on her television and sat on her bed watching some teen-trash show.

    I remember that my little brother, who was probably about 3 years old, was playing on the carpet whilst my mum was folding towels and putting them in a closet. My brother was just pottering around, fiddling with bits and bobs on my Mum and Stepdad’s dresser. I wasn’t really paying attention or listening to either of them, my eyes were on the TV.

    Suddenly I heard my Mum scold my little brother,

    “You can’t have that!” She said.

    I saw her snatch what looked like a colourful comic book of out his hands. Her face was a hot pink and she looked very flustered.

    “What’s that?” I asked, interested in her reaction.

    “It’s nothing,” She replied, looking embarrassed.

    She opened her closet and quickly stuffed the tatty magazine inside.

    For the rest of the day, I could think of nothing except my Mother’s reaction to whatever my little brother had found. I was so curious and I was determined to know what she had hidden in her closet.

    Later that evening, we were eating dinner at the table. I finished my food quickly, and excused myself under the pretence of having lots of homework to finish.

    I ran up the stairs and into my room. I set some Maths books, pens and pencils out on my desk in an untidy clutter. I was planning on sneaking into my parents room, and figured that if they caught me I could pretend I was looking for a ruler as I had lost mine.

    I crept out on to the landing way outside my parents room. I listened carefully to their actions downstairs. I could hear my Mum clinking the dishes in the sink and I could hear the noisy din of the TV.

    Satisfied that they wouldn’t suspect anything, I pushed open the door to their bedroom. I walked quickly and quietly to my Mother’s closet and swung open the door. I rummaged around between the towels for a couple of moments before I found the tatty, slightly ripped magazine that had made my Mum blush furiously earlier that day.

    I stared at the cover of the magazine, my eyes bulging, and read the bold, red lettering: “XXX TEEN SL*TS.” The cover featured a naked girl who I guessed was around 18-19 years old. Her hands covered her pussy and two cartoon stars covered her nipples.

    Suddenly, I heard a creak on the stairs. Without thinking I shoved the magazine up my top and quickly closed the closet door. I walked carefully out on the landing and stared nervously down the stairs. Nobody was there. I put it down to paranoia and went back into my room, closing the door behind me.

    I sat on my bed and pulled the magazine out from under my top. I had heard of porn magazines before. They were just something you gossiped about with your friends in the playground, or caught a sneaky peek at in the top rows of the Newsagent shelves.

    I flipped through the pages before I found an article that caught my attention. I stared at a large image of a young woman in tiny cheerleader skirt, bent over on all fours. She had a penis in her mouth. I couldn’t see the man to who the penis belonged as he was out of shot, but he was slim and tanned. Kneeling behind her was another man, equally slim and tanned, with his penis inside her pussy. The girl was wearing a cheerleading whistle around her neck and the whistle was buried in her huge cleavage. She had no underwear on, and her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The title read “VIRGIN TEEN GETS DOUBLE TEAMED!”

    I gazed intently at the pictures. There was a whole series of images showing the girl sucking both of the men’s cocks and taking them both in her pussy also. I had never seen anything so slutty or wanton. My knowledge of sex was very limited – I hadn’t even kissed a boy! I had only heard of sex and oral sex. I had no idea that more than two people could have sex at the same time! The idea seemed alien to me.

    I looked and re looked at all the pictures before reading the story that was printed below the title. The girl’s name was apparently Jennifer and she had been teasing the two frat bro’s, Mario and Luke, for months. The two friends had decided to plot revenge on the little cock-tease and planned to fuck her in the changing rooms after practice.

    It was obvious that the story was very contrived, this girl certainly wasn’t a virgin, but nevertheless it wasn’t long before I was feeling the familiar pressure in my panties. I had been turned on before, but nothing like this! I had never seen anything so raw and sexy and my pussy seemed to be on fire.

    My clitoris was throbbing and I slid my hand into my underwear whilst I continued to read the story and gawk at the photo’s. I had never felt myself

    Lasagna delivery guy

    March 11th, 2014 at 11:47 am

    Before I go into additional details, my cousin is 23 and I’m 17. My cousin and I never really had that close of a relationship although we are friendly to each other whenever we meet. She lives in Cali and I live all the way in NJ. About a month ago, my whole family flew over to Cali to visit their family On the second day of our trip, my sister, my cousin, and I went to go see a movie and afterwards she treated us out for some ice cream. Later that night, I was getting ready to go to bed and for some strange reason I was feeling incredibly horny so I was getting ready to masturbate. However, right as I began I heard some moaning noises coming from the room next door – my cousins room. I decided to walk over and take a look inside. I could not believe what I saw! Her legs were spread open and she was fingering herself! Staring at her naked body made me feel even more horny. She had a gorgeous slim body and a nice sexy ass. I began to masturbate but while doing so I accidentally pushed the door open and it made a slight creaking noise. She immediately stopped and rushed over and opened the door. I tried to scramble away but it was hard to get away with a rock hard dick. When she saw me, she immediately yelled at me and I could tell she was pissed. My cousin called me a creep and a pervert and I had to walk shamefully back to my room. I woke up later that night around 3 am pissed at my cousin for calling me creep. I decided to go back inside her room and I get some revenge. I saw her sprawled out on her bed with her ass sticking out. Upon seeing this, I got hard almost immediately. I was in awe staring at her ass and my hard cock wanted to penetrate that beautiful pussy. So I did the unforgivable. I ripped off her panties and shoved my cock into her. She woke up immediately and was about to scream but I covered her mouth. She began struggling but since I’m nearly twice her size I can easily overpower her. For the next 10 minutes I rubbed my cock in and out until i unloaded everything I had inside of her. As I was getting ready to leave the room, I saw that she was crying. I fell asleep pretty quickly that night but woke up feeling extremely guilty and angry at myself for what i’ve done. I wanted to apologize to my cousin but I was also trying to avoid her. Eventually I got a chance to talk to her 1 on 1 when my sister and family were out of the house. I apologized to her and told her how fucked up I was for doing something like that but she was still pissed. I kept talking to her for awhile and somehow the conversation went from her screaming at me to me playfully flirting with her. After talking for a 20 more minutes she actually admitted that it felt pretty good later on. And after an hour later we had sex again! This time with a condom and we actually both enjoyed it. Sorry for making you guys read all of this but the main issue was that I got a call from her yesterday saying that she was pregnant probably because of the night when I raped and came inside her. Hearing this made me incredibly shocked. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO this is not a troll post but what should I do now? Should I just stop talking to her altogether or what? Help!
    Sorry for misleading title
    I was in a hurry to write this because i need answers fast

    Cpt Excelsior

    March 28th, 2014 at 2:44 am

    Stranger: hi
    You: hey
    Stranger: asl
    You: 17/f/new york
    Stranger: cool
    You: you
    Stranger: 22.m.FL
    You: cool
    Stranger: what brings you here
    You: cybering
    You: cant ifnd ne1
    Stranger: lol
    Stranger: are you wet
    You: very wet
    Stranger: are you naked
    You: i need some help getting an orgasm
    You: yes im naked
    You: help me please
    You: i want a cock inside of me right now
    You: even though im a vigrin
    You: lol
    Stranger: mmm
    Stranger: dont you want me to lick your virgin hole first?
    You: pleeeeeeeease 🙂
    You: i need it
    Stranger: mmm
    Stranger: want to suck my big fat cock too?
    You: i loooove cock <3
    You: pleeeease ill suck it dry
    Stranger: mmm
    You: you can cum all over my face
    Stranger: you sure you want me to shoot in your face?
    Stranger: what about in your mouth?
    You: bust a huge load
    You: in my mouth
    You: just everywhere
    You: oh god im so horny
    Stranger: mmm
    Stranger: what do you look like
    You: brunette, big breasts, ubbly butt
    You: im fingering myself and we speak
    You: lol
    Stranger: when was the last time you played iwth a cock
    You: never haha im innocent 🙂
    You: but im so naughty right now
    You: i want cock…
    Stranger: mmm
    Stranger: how do you know if you have never had it
    You: i see a lot of porn
    Stranger: i might just make you cry with how big it is….
    You: please do..
    Stranger: how big are those tits?
    You: i want your cock in my vagina right nowwwww 🙂
    Stranger: mmmm
    You: hahaha stop making me blush 🙂
    Stranger: i want to spread your vagina and shove it in your pussy
    Stranger: tell me!
    Stranger: i want to know how big they are
    You: hehe… <3
    You: you really wanna know?
    Stranger: yes
    You: there pretty big 🙂 i want you to play with them and after we can tittyfuck.
    You: <3
    You: so horny oh god…
    Stranger: mmm
    You: f*ck im so wet.
    Stranger: are you rubbing your clit or fingering?
    You: You have been entered to the F.B.I records for attempted solicitation of a minor and the attempted transferal of child pornography . Your IP address has been logged.

    You will receive a notice to appear in court with in the next 5 to 7 Days. If you do not comply, state law enforcement will be notified and appropriate action will be taken.

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    Your conversational partner has disconnected.

    slipknot0129

    April 16th, 2014 at 7:21 am

    I’ve been brought up thinking that certain things just wasn’t lady like. My husband and I have been together for almost 18 years, married for almost 8. After the first year he wanted oral sex. I wasn’t with that. But then thinking about it, and thinking this is the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with I tried it. It doesn’t do anything for me but I love to make him feel good. But now he wants me to deep throat and I have a gag reflex. I don’t like to feel as though I’m going to vomit. But I want to be the nasty freak he’s always dreaming me to be. And only doing this for him is not enough. He wants me to love it. How do I get over this??
    I’ve done the 69 but bc he’s taller than I am it doesn’t work quite as well. And don’t get me wrong he can’t get enough of my cookie (Steve Harvey’s book). But he’s especially fond of oral sex. I just want to be more than his 80%. I want to be 90%.

    Brody S

    April 21st, 2014 at 1:32 am

    i always gag , how can i stop this and make it so i can deep throat a guy ???

    Alun J

    April 21st, 2014 at 9:30 am

    So out of the blue I’m gonna be with my mate and a girl tomorrow. We’ve already discussed no touching(me and my mate) and obvious things like don’t stare at each other balls etc..
    But at the end of the day she’s relatively experienced with sex, and it’s going to be my first time! So any tips? Thanks.

    kass9191

    April 24th, 2014 at 5:18 am

    Which is a better blush by NARS???

    http://www.narscosmetics.com/Blush-C39_category_7.aspx

    i cant decide.

    =]
    yehh i know soz bout the name of the q people…=]

    JOHN KAISER PHD

    April 24th, 2014 at 6:03 pm

    we’ll be in a meeting and as an example to get his main point across he’ll say something like, “..so we dont want to do that. its like a bad blowjob. you just dont want it”

    is this just ‘fun’ talk or should i report this? everyone else laughs at it

    Joe M

    May 2nd, 2014 at 6:41 pm

    I’ve hooked up with this guy twice and both times he asked to deep throat. I tried but i can’t do it but i really want to…any tips?

    stingerms

    May 7th, 2014 at 10:06 pm

    I’m not gay, but i wanted to see how women got the penis so far down, so i got a banana and tried it. I got right the the back of my throat and somthing was stoping it. I pushed and it wouldn’t budge, and make me feel sick.

    Praveen

    May 12th, 2014 at 5:54 pm

    I have given blowjobs maybe 5 or 6 times and whenever I do it I either stop to early or go to long! I can’t really taste cum idk why but I give it to the same guy everytime I do it and I think he thinks I suck :/ but when I went to long he said it hurt but it was good? What do I do! And how Long are normal blow jobs please help!!

    Ed D

    June 11th, 2014 at 10:54 pm

    to comment number 4 go ahead

    Random

    June 18th, 2014 at 12:41 pm

    Was it the French?

    isk8at818

    June 21st, 2014 at 7:53 pm

    No matter how much I practice, I can’t seem to get past my gag reflex. I had a few questions I was hoping you could answer for me. I’ve done oral sex a lot, but I want to do much better at it because my boyfriend really really likes it. His penis is a little curved first of all, and it’s easier if I lay parrellel to him. My neck and upper back kill me. My biggest problem is my gag reflex. I have tried to buy Deep Thoat spray (spiriment) from the sex store. My nose just starts running horribly, snot gets in my mouth, and it becomes so hard to breath. Do you have any suggestions? Also, how do you breathe while deep throating? Is there a limited to how long the penis should be in your throat?

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