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My First BJ (Real LIfe)

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This is the story of when I gave my first ever blow job to my then-boyfriend. We were both 17 and had been together for 3 or 4 weeks, and although I didn't feel comfortable enough to offer him myself, I certainly begun to wonder about experiencing the physical side of love.   We'd been in the park one summer's afternoon with some of our friends, just hanging out and having a fun time. Terry was 17 and a half, and I found myself becoming more transfixed watching him kick a ball around with his friends. He was about 5 foot 6 tall and of an athletic build, and I found myself staring at his slender waist and body as he ran around, wondering at what exactly lay concealed in those shorts. We strolled home in the late afternoon, holding hands and talking. When we kissed goodbye, he asked me in to the house for a drink as his parents were away for the evening. I gladly accepted. He gave me a beer from the fridge and we went upstairs and sat on his bed as we drank the co...
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The Power of the Shower (Real Life)

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It was Tuesday evening and I had just got back from a very long day at work. As usual when I should have been working hard I had let my mind wonder and was texting away to all my friends on Facebook, which is fast becoming an addiction. I have been on for a matter of days and have become obsessed and a bit of a minx. The conversations I have been having have been getting a little hot under the collar with some, which prompted me to get more daring so I asked my new best friends to vote on what I should do with my "Lady Garden". Now don't get me wrong I am not one of those girls who lets it go wild, I take a certain amount of pride, I keep a nice bikini like and just a hint of tuft, even if I am the only one seeing it at the moment. But I have been getting just a little bored with it and been trying to decide if I should go for a Brazilian or say fuck it and go naked.   Well there I was stood in front of the bathroom mirror with my razor in my hand still undeci...
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Polka Dot Passion

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Her apartment smelled of fabric softener, Om Nagchampa incense, and sweet cannabis. The balcony doors were all open and the heat of his anxiousness steadily seeped out into the tropical January night chill. She was wearing less than usual, this was the first time he had ever seen her shapely long legs. His eyes traced their way from her bare feet to her toned calves, lingering for a moment on her silky thighs, then up to her short fuzzy white and teal polka dot pajama shorts. He realised he was staring and flinched to bend over and remove his shoes at the door where he stood… desperately hoping she hadn’t caught him gawking awkwardly.   “Found it ok?” She chimed. “Yup, that wasn’t too far at all!” He smiled, relieved that she was oblivious and admiring her pretty smile. She leaned in to give him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. He had hoped to have been greeted with a kiss. He breathed her in and held her in a hug for a moment after she had already reflexively released. He...
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