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  I still don't know how this happened exactly. I've been straight my entire life but somehow, because of one crazy night, I've become the bottom bitch for all my friends. Let me explain how. My name is Drew. About a month ago I was at my friend Mark's house, we're both in high school. I'm 18 and Mark just turned 19, he's about to graduate. Mark is one of those super masculine jock/ woodsman/ hunter guys. He's only 19 but he already looks a lot like the Brawny man. He's tall, dark, hairy, and covered in muscles. He's a big deal on the football team, goes through cheerleaders like candy bars. Me on the other hand, I'm more slim. I'm very toned, mostly shaved cause of the swim team, shaggy blond hair, great ass I've been told, also a track star. I'm not like Mark but I did well lady wise, at least before. We were supposed to go to an awesome secret rave in this burnt out old factory but some asshole who wasn't invited must of to...

  Amanda Carpenter was in the kitchen when her son, David, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said, "You know that gives me goose bumps," she said with a smile. "Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too," David joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin. They shared that joke almost everyday. But Amanda loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Roland, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator ....

  Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?" I hadn't heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn't taken off my towel yet (I'd just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door. "Yeah, uh... I am not going anywhere. I can walk her," I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn't have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and...

  Jamie Sloane was an archaeology student. He'd got the idea that looking around for old relics was going to be his calling in life ever since seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark. So after acing his grades at high school he launched himself into an archaeology course at London University. Unfortunately they didn't hand him a bullwhip and a fedora then sending him off to some exotic locale to hunt for lost treasure. Whilst he wasn't naive enough to think he'd be saving biblical relics from Nazi's Jamie really didn't quite grasp just how incredibly boring the study of archaeology was until the end of his first year. Already somewhat disillusioned with the whole course the nineteen year old boy was relieved to find they were sending the students to an actual dig site. The site itself was in York where an old Roman settlement had been discovered a few miles from the city and needed to be excavated. Excited to be actually doing something rather than listening to lectures...