By Warix_Viviana. Cassandra, or as everyone actually called her, Cassy, was a bit of an odd duck. She had grown up in the System and that had most certainly not helped anything, moving from one bad home to the next and sometimes living in modern orphanages called Foster Care housing. Either way, it had helped her quickly get use to what everyone felt sooner or later. Power Disparity. The Club’s music was loud and the lights were strobing enough to
Read moreBy Our Readers Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader has a close encounter he’ll never forget… I knew I was on the smaller side, but this is how I found out just exactly how small I was. One morning, I decided to hop out of bed and go to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. I slept nude at the time and knew my roommate had already left. So I thought it
Read moreBy Babydicklover. I never liked hot days, and the tenacity of this fall’s weather left me practically stranded in a blazing desert. There was a time when the fall season resembled orange and letting go. As a little girl, I remember walking through the spectrum of nostalgic colors. The falling leaves danced with the wind, and I happily joined them in a period of honest innocence. The memories of my grandmother are vague, but her stories hold significance in my
Read moreBy Our Readers Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader got pantsed… This is one of the few times I had serious, genuine SPH. It’s one of the experiences I still fall back on as it was an absolute knife to the side. In high school, I had two male friends with whom I drank almost every weekend. We would chill in the basement of one of their places and try and polish off a
Read moreBy Babydicklover. Read Part 1 Here. Part 2… I felt safe in Mary’s arms as she kissed me affectionately. She wrapped herself around me and seemed to love my light brown body. She worshiped every inch of me. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. I returned the favor and caressed her stunning breasts. While this was spicy, and I felt aroused, unfortunately, I wasn’t growing where I needed to be. She gazed at my inactive, stagnant weenie and
Read moreBy Jake. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… The following day the embarrassment started bright and early. As soon as I got up, Kayla insisted on a shower and shaving. “Listen, babe, I lost the bet, and I’ll pay up. Everyone likely got their hazing out last night, but shaving? You think I want your little pubes getting in my undies and bathing suit?” “No, ma’am. I mean, sir.” “Hmmm, sir, doesn’t feel right either. Staring at you in
Read moreBy Imran. Every Friday was in the same routine. I would bathe before school to make sure I didn’t smell, and after school, I would gobble my food, go to the front room, and get naked, waiting for someone to come for their money. My brother would try to annoy me every time I got naked, and he would leave his toys or homework in the room on purpose and then start demanding he needed to get his stuff so
Read moreBy 3inchMax. I’m 32 and still single. Although sporting a fit body and being rather handsome, as I’m often told, I still haven’t managed to keep a girlfriend in a long-term relationship. My trouble isn’t hooking up with girls but keeping them. I’ve had a few, but unfortunately, they all left. Some after date one, and others after just a few months. Well, I’m no superman in the bedroom. It’s quite the opposite. Often the first reaction of a woman
Read moreBy Imran. Read The Shoe Thief: Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I spent most of the evening standing naked in front of my parents and younger brother and repeatedly being put in the murga position. Eventually, I was allowed to get dressed, eat my food and go to bed. The following day was just as awkward. My dad had already left for work, and my mum was giving me the silent treatment. My younger brother annoyed me by repeatedly
Read moreBy Imran. In the 80s, Growing up as a Muslim boy was a bit tough. A typical day would be 6 hours in school, followed by up to 3 hours in the local mosque for religious studies. There was never any time to play or watch tv. It was all about education and no time for fun or watching tv. The mosque I used to go to was a bit of a walk. That was until one of the “Molvis”
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