I went back to fucking guys I met at bars, just to get some release. I even had a yearlong relationship with another gal my senior year, but she moved...away after we graduated. So that brings us back to Chris – my best and sluttiest sub, Chris. We were both in the same major, and met in a class we were both taking. He instantly caught my attention. Not that I encourage stereotypes, but he emanated gayness. He had a “hip” black hair doo and always wore fashionable clothes. He was a twink, I kid. Bethany walked out to see what the splash was and said "if your clothes are too wet you can wear my bikini!"This really was the best day of my life! if any of you have had simlar experiences please tell me about them in the comment box. i really enjoy writing so please give me tips on ho i ca improve my stories and hopefully i can carry on for a long time and build a huge collection.please also leave me the names of similar writers and heir stories so that i can read their work too. if you. "Get up," I ordered, prompting her to her feet with an encouraging yank of her honey blonde hair. Struggling to her feet, Paris whimpered as she was led by the hair across the living room to a table in the center of the room. Feeling her body pushed hard against the edge of the table, I forcefully bent her over using my unrelenting grasp on her hair to hold her face pressed firmly against the cool, smooth surface. She panted hard and struggled against me as I ripped her short black skirt off,. My brother is one of us," said Emma."What do you mean?" asked Louise. Becky looked confused too."My brother wants to be a girl. He plays with me in my room at home,"said Emma. "If he sits with you, you'll really have another girl withyou." You don't mean it?" said Becky. "Your brother is a sissy?" Actually, it sounds quite fun," said Louise, now getting a look fromher sister."But it depends on whether his friend leaves," said Emma."This would be better used if we spread it round the school,".