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Trample is a sex story about , trample, kink, and the need for the other person to be comfortable. This is also my third story and I’ve read all 3 at the same time.
I first heard of it a few months ago, in an interview. It’s an extremely unusual story that has no precedent, as I was only aware of the previous one, so I had to learn more about it before I decided to read it and see what it was about.

I had my first reading of the story at a reading and review event a few months prior to this and had never heard that it was so interesting. It was the first time I’d heard the name Trample. It sounded like something my mum had used on me as I was getting to the end of the last of our days in school and didn’t want me to have to go back to sleep.

There were only three of us in attendance but there was a small group of students.
I remember sitting at a desk looking over all the students who were there. There were five of them all, but my mother and sister were the only girls and one of them was my ex-boyfriend, she had just moved out a couple of weeks before he was to start his first year in the country. Her boyfriend was a rather attractive guy and I’d been chatting to him on one of my many girl-on-girl hook ups.

He had been dating a girl on her second year of university and they’d just finished up their third year together and had broken into my friend’s house on a weekend to see their parents who had taken the same route as we had.

He and his girlfriend were in love with each other and wanted to spend the holiday season together. I was very close to our first year and my ex-boyfriend had started off on his first year as well. He was quite a handsome man and was tall with short curly dark red hair and blue eyes. He was 5’3″ with a slim build but very large arms, and he was very athletic with broad shoulders that made him seem larger than his body and he had short dark brown hair and blue brown eyes.

He was always smiling and would always smile at me but he also had a very dark and serious look. He had a tattoo which was in a circle at the bottom of his chest and the left side was on the left side of his neck. I think it read ‘Truise your heart’. I had to keep an eye on him while he was talking and I noticed that he had a few scars, they seemed more prominent and not just the side of his neck.

It was then that we got to thinking about the idea of having him to watch over us, it was something that my ex had never done with us, so I knew it would be a huge turner to make it happen, but it was still something I wanted him to get to feel secure and comfortable around us.

I’m an only child so I couldn’t really talk to the other students.

I’d had the chance to spend time with a number of girls, but I didn’t have a lot of free time, so I decided to use it as a chance to play and explore with girls, not just to have fun, it was a time to be with girls to get to know them better as a couple, and maybe get some ideas for what I’m about to do to them. I’ve heard this story before but never experienced a story that had it all: the love stories, the drama, the fun, the fun.

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