Submitted by Lonesome1 last December 17th 2009, 06:12 AM

This story is as accurate as possible. Most of it is being typed from my diary.

I shifted in the bus seat as it bounced along the country dirt road.
'Why me?' I thought to myself, 'why am I the one that’s going to a reformist camp?'
My thoughts turned to that hot spring evening, my body began to tingle as the memories of what I'd done flashed back into my mind.
My body pressed to his, our hands roaming as they pleased, not a care for who'd see us at that poi

Submitted by Lonesome1 last June 12th 2009, 04:06 AM

Here's the rest of it as promised
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The next day I reported to the council room as required.
"Mornin!" I said brightly.
"Where are your camp oriented clothes?" one of the counsellors asked as i sat down adjusting my trip pants and rainbow sleeveless t-shirt and my favorite multi-colored arm socks and a pair of flip flops.
"Those hideous grey rags?" I sneered "I threw them away before i left the house ... I wouldn't be caught dead in that garbage!"
"S

Submitted by Carl-Leill last April 15th 2009, 08:04 AM

Hi.
I want to share my story with you, so that you can hopefully help me solve this mystery.
I recently moved to Australia because it has better schools, and for other personal reasons as well. I am a male, 176cm tall, medium length dark brown hair, tanned, masculine, and very built, because I swim in most of my free time. I am also Bi-Sexual.
No one knows that I am Bi-Sexual, except for an ex-girlfriend of mine, which also turned out to be a lesbian. Anyway, I met a guy