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In high school Cindy was the most popular girl in our graduation class, Captin of the cheerleaders, and with an air of self-confidence that carried her through almost anything. she was smart, pretty, fun to be around, a personality that invited people to love her.Including me.But...I was shy around girls, I could never master the art of small talk and chatting that was the key to the kingdom.Cindy.had short brown hair, cut in the popular style of the day, sparkling blue eyes, a ready laugh,full...
There hadn't been any fights between the brothers and sisters of my fathers family but after my grandmother died I hadn't seen anybody from that side of the family, grandma apparently was the glue that held everything together. I was 17 at the time and the youngest, Jennifer, wasn't even 2, but my aunt had arranged a family reunion after fifteen years and I was actually quite curious about my uncles, aunts and cousins. When I arrived we were separated into two groups, the old and the young, I...
Reunion By Heather St. Claire They had chosen the restaurant with great care; it had to be someplace that wasn't too fancy or too seedy, too flashy or too noticeably hidden. In short, somewhere where they were most likely to blend into their surroundings. Leslie had arrived first, and was seated in a booth toward the rear of the main dining room. She nervously crossed, uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She was wearing her new knee-high, spike-heeled, brown leather boots. ...
It's hard to believe it, but I am happily married to my best friend, and now my family has welcomed us with open arms. I am glad, because I was born a boy. My best friend is Maxwell Anderson. He looks like an red-headed Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS with his flaming red hair, hazel eyes and natural tan. He is a musician who can play the piano, organ, violin, and guitar with equal ease. He teaches music at Warton High School. My name is Connie Renee Anderson. Me, I look like an Arabian...
The room was striking; someone or some group had spent many, many hours on the decorations. The effect was arresting—burgundy and gold, matching floral centerpieces and garlands at every table, walls full of blow-ups of photos taken twenty-some years ago, full of feathered hair, primary colors, rolled sleeves, and leather. The room was full of the clamor of buoyant greetings and the celebration of reunion. As he walked through the room, he overheard snatches of conversation -- the past not so...
I was on my way to my high school reunion. I wasn’t eager to go but I thought what the hell it could be fun. It was the ten year anniversary and ten years seemed like an eternity. I entered the old school and my trip down memory lane started catching up. I recognized many faces, mostly people I was friends with. One guy started to approach me and he was big, about six foot three with a thick mustache. ‘Aggie’, he said, ‘what’s up.’ ‘Timmy Meadows’, I said, shaking his hand. ‘That’s Timothy.’...
The college reunion must be the closest mankind has come to mastering time travel. Twenty-five years older and in a swanky city-centre hotel rather than some rough student digs, everything else was the same: the same crowd, making the same in-jokes, sat cross-legged on a carpet playing the same drinking games. It was sweet in a way; a piece of eternal youth at that stage in our lives when we're all staring over the crest of the hill. Me and Lisa were the last standing; that was the same too. We...
MatureReunionAug 5, 1976by Noelle O It was my first leased home, and as I walked to the door I looked out of the window to see the purple and orange-drenched sunset stretching it’s luscious fingers across the surf and sand, leaving tiny diamonds in its path. There had been a soft knock at the door and I opened the door to the tall lanky man standing on my front porch. The deep summer wind tousled his graying hair attractively and his smile appeared framed, as if in portrait, against the rich...
IncestReunion by Beverley Anne Miles It's all my wife's fault. Rebecca had found a couple of her old school friends via the Internet, and 'the coven'--as I called the three of them--were meeting up for the evening every couple of weeks. She was having a great time, and persuaded me to try and contact some of my old friends. I didn't recognize any of the names registered for my old schools, but I registered myself anyway--and two days later I got an e-mail from Max Taylor. He had been...
My Life Began at 50 Chapter 1 Reunion It had been six months since I relocated back to Sacramento and a year since my divorce had finalized. My work day was finishing up, the weekend was here and I was really excited about the evening. I hadn't seen my friend Jeanie in a couple years. I had been making efforts to connect with all my old friends since returning, but as usual, Jeanie and I always seemed to be unable to...
Sasha ran into Angela (an old friend from high school) during her spring break. They decided to have to have lunch and catch-up on old times. Especially all the trouble they used to get into with Lisa and Symone. Angela decided that they should have a reunion at her parents lake house on the weekend. Sasha hesitated a minute before going along with it. As she went to her apartment she thought back to how her and Symone would argue at least 3 or 4 times a week. Then she...
Lesbian"And then the dumb son of a bitch thought he would try to outrun the bull."Everyone except my cousin, Sean, the butt of the joke, laughed at his expense."Yeah, well, I didn't know," Sean said bitterly though a smile teased his lips.Sean, his brother, Shane, my two brothers, Ethan and Eric, and I were sitting around in our aunt and uncle's barn. The whole family and some close friends had gathered for the end of summer holiday and to surprise our grandparents who had recently celebrated their...
I met Joanne the first day of High School. An alphabetical accident placed Bobby McCoy and Joanne McCrary side by side on the seating charts for the next four years. I loved her at first sight. It only took an hour more to realize that that love was hopeless. She was rich, beautiful, out going, athletic, scary smart, and completely out of my league. I accepted my fate without a fight. I made myself a quiet place in her background. Dawn was the rough first-draft of her younger sister, two years...
She slipped into town, without anyone having a clue. No phone calls ahead, no planning, just a mad, impulsive decision made in the dead of night. She was waiting in the shadows as he approached, totally unaware - his mind focused on the tasks he must face when he got to work. She stepped into his path, the movement causing him to look up. Shock and disbelief crossed his face as he realized that he was not imagining this, but she was actually standing in front of him - in the flesh! He was at a...
EroticThis weekend was my 20th year high school reunion in New Orleans. I still can't believe it's been 20 years. I must admit, I had a blast - and by blast, I mean lots and lots of … moments. It was so great to see everybody again. I have to be honest though, the highlight of the weekend was the trip back - and I'm not talking about the bus ride either!Well, as you can imagine, people were posting away … the reunion. Some of the pictures I saw of me after the fact would really shock you. You know...
He hadn't seen her for about 10 years, but oh the memories. They had an affair nearly twenty years ago. They were hot and heavy for a couple years, then, he had to move. Oh yea, there were the occasional reunions. It never seemed to take long to get right back on track. They always seemed to be in sync with each other. But ten years is a lot. They had kept in touch on the Internet. Every year or so one would drop the other a note. More to the "Hi, thought of you wondered how you were doing"...
It has been seven months since we last saw each other. Wow! Seven months! I remember when we couldn’t go seven days without seeing each other. Our decision to take a break over the summer holidays wasn’t unique as we have done that a couple of times to concentrate on our real lives. The decision at the end of the summer to call it quits wasn’t a surprise either. We had enjoyed a fantastic seven years with each other but everything moves on... or not, as it seems. Hence, why I’m now nervously...
Quickie SexFrankly the noise was a little too much for me. I'd only agreed to attend because it was Michael's son getting married and he'd asked me to be there. At my age, I'd long outgrown the naughty, rule-breaking fascination of bachelor parties. It was easy to look at the young men there, friends of the groom, see their unabashed antics and foolhardiness, and recall a younger version of myself acting as they were now. Drinking too much, shouting too much, music too loud, room too dark and...
VoyeurWhen I arrive to pick you up I notice you’re already outside in front of your place, waiting for me. I see you in the dim porch light and my butterflies only beat their wings faster at the sight of you. My memory has so many little details patched over, and seeing you there instantly fills in all the gaps. You look better than I remember. You wave, unselfconsciously, and you click down the driveway in your heels and slide in next to me. “Hi!” you beam, wide eyed and happy, and I smile back and...
It had been about 20 years since I'd seen Ben. We'd hung out a lot at university, but after graduation went our separate ways. Ben had moved back to Manchester and I'd been roaming the North West and South East. When the e-mail popped up out of the blue I couldn't wait to meet up once again.In university Ben had always been a bit of a lady's man. His tall, athletic body, handsome face and the promise of a huge, black cock always lured the girls in. I can't say I'd minded, as with all the...
I stand outside the door, nervous. So much time has passed, I wonder if our time together will be as good as expected. I adjust my dress just a bit, pull the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder, and lift my hand to knock. I barely get the second tap out when you pull the door open. I first see your face, and a big sloppy grin on your face. I bite my lower lip, chuckling, knowing tonight will be just what we both want.“Hi there” I am able to eek out. You just smile broader, reach for my hand...
When I arrive to pick you up I notice you’re already outside in front of your place, waiting for me. I see you in the dim porch light and my butterflies only beat their wings faster at the sight of you. My memory has so many little details patched over, and seeing you there instantly fills in all the gaps. You look better than I remember. You wave, unselfconsciously, and you click down the driveway in your heels and slide in next to me. “Hi!” you beam, wide eyed and happy, and I smile back and...
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He saw her first; she recognized him staring. Parallel memories reprised when she had loved him, possessed him, and, ultimately, discarded him. His tie removed, she saw the leather band beneath his collar that showed he was bound. That and his stunned look of worship woke something inside her. Pushing her carry-on bag to him, she turned to walk towards the parking lot shuttle. He followed.A decade earlier, she had been more angry and demanding and less confident and self-aware. She had...
Quickie SexMy hotel room door opens as Shelley uses the key I'd passed her at the memorial. It had been a lovely service. I saw all the family I'd avoided for the last twelve years. They were a little surprised and less than pleased to see me, but no one was going to cause a scene, disturb the memorial. That was fine with me, I kept right on avoiding them and they returned the favor by ignoring me. That kept it a peaceful serene service that Ray would have hated, but it had been for the living, not for...
I sat there in my room, staring blankly at the wall, overlooking my favorite posters and photos of my friends and boyfriend. Yes, my boyfriend Jake, the quarterback of the school football team, very eye-catching and popular... Sometimes I thought he was too popular for his own good. Our relationship was suffering because of it. I didn't know if I could trust him anymore. I waited for Megan to arrive at my place. We had to cram for our first exam of the school year, always the most difficult...
Chapter 1 Of late, I have gotten into the habit of suddenly sitting back, in the midst of work, gazing out of the window and thinking of her. Sigh! I am a 35 year old man and I have a terrific job. Ihave a good team to work with and I enjoy my work tremendously. A lot of travel is involved, which I actually consider a perk, as I just love meeting people and interacting with them. But when it comes to making those reports... gosh! I get really lazy and have to literally force myself to finish...
© Copyright 2003 -- all rights reserved It was a perfect September evening. A nearly cloudless sky allowed the stars to sparkle like magic. The white silk tents billowed gently in the breeze as the music drifted around us. I was dancing with the father of the bride. He twirled me around the dance floor while keeping an eye on his radiant daughter, my best friend, Susan. "So when am I going to dance at your wedding?" "Geez, Pop. Give a girl a break. Can't you be happy that Susan...
"A world turns to the edge of night, the moon and stars so very bright... Your face glows in the candlelight, It's all because tonight's the night..." It was our song, mine and Diane's. It was the song that played when we first met, the song we sang to on our first date, that rang in our ears with that first kiss, that played softly in the background the first time we made love... "Now hold my hand and take this ring As we unite in harmony... We can begin to live the dream,...
Leo received a wedding invitation. It was located in different city, an hour away by plane. He didn’t really want to go but he thought he should go, networking purposes. He used… Leo received a wedding invitation. It was located in different city, an hour away by plane. He didn’t really want to go but he thought he should go, networking purposes. He used to work with the groom few years ago, and he had a good job with the finance system, so it might open a good chance for Leo...
FriendBridget is spending Easter with her friends Lilly and brandy. They started rejoice their teen years. Lilly asked, ''what took you so long to come over''. Bridget explained she was really busy with school. Brandy surprised Bridget by telling her Lilly and her moved in together. They decided to have a picnic in the yard. While they were eating food they decided to play around. They started sucking on food, Lilly was praised for her sucking. Lilly and Bridget started feeding each other cherries,...
LesbianI feel like such a fucking idiot walking down an alley at two in the morning. Granted, I’m in the affluent suburbs and crime hardly ever happens here. But what if my neighbors look out of their windows and see me in my black spandex mini dress, fishnets, and red fuck me heels? They will probably call the cops on the hooker in their alley. I wanted this fantasy, and Rob was all too eager to give it to me. It’s every woman’s fantasy to be caught in the alley by a stranger and fucked, right? I’m...
Straight SexThe following is an actual letter I received from my high school sweetheart after we went to college in separate states. This was around 15 years ago, well before email and PMs and other instant forms of electronic gratification. Back in the good old days when the written word was really written and you hoped to god your yearning letter of passion didn’t end up in some disgruntled postal worker’s yard. I don’t know if transcribing this for your eyes is an act of betrayal, celebration or simply...
Sweet Sixteen Part 7 By Beverley Ann Miles Alex looked at Daniel. "Just how many of these magazines have you got?" He'd returned 'She-male Submission,' to be given 'She-male Seduction'. As usual, Daniel had waited until Alex was clad only in lingerie before he offered it, and was watching him closely as he skimmed through it. This time, young men were coerced and convinced to wear ladies' clothes, usually by attractive females, who then set them up with older...
Sorry it took me so long to get this submitted. I was trying to find the name of mythical creature for a future chapter and couldn’t find it with all the mexican claptrap of all the ‘we are Aztec or Mayan because we live in the same place they did’ stuff. Anyway ANY and ALL constructive comments are always welcome. Even if I don’t say so in a story heading. *********** As the group headed out from Stallion Acres Brian kept looking back over his shoulder, ‘Yes Brian its still back there and...
Isn’t it funny how things we try to bury under the years of simple silence can have a way of clawing their way to the surface? Sometimes I wonder if there really is such a thing as a secret, or if all these things we don’t say are just waiting for the right time to spring up on us. Can a man even hope to conceal his worst sin in this so called information age, or is it inevitable that it will find that perfect time to suck the wind from him and ruin his life? The classic ‘ding dong’ of my...
IN THE ROOM OF MISTER DePAUL. The room looked as a room for a bachelor, cluttered beyond hope with things. She saw upon his mantel a wallet, a pen, some cuff-links, a small leather notebook. For a long moment she looked at the leather notebook, wondering what names occupied its pages. Her eyes wandered further down the mantel to the two half-spent packs of cigarettes, the ashtray full to overflowing. She looked further around the room to his dresser. She saw clean socks neatly rolled...
In the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay...
LesbianKelly screamed! “DADDY!” “JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH!” “OH, SHIT!” was my contribution to the growing nightmare. Mister O’Connor looked like he was going to kill me, so I ran down the hall to Kelly’s room, with her barely in front of me, our towels fluttering to the floor behind us. I heard him trip over one and sprawl on the floor, and that was the only thing that saved us. I slammed the door behind us, and Kelly grabbed for the door knob an instant before the door rattled and boomed as...
The final lines of Boroughs spilled from his lips as a black haired girl finally closed her eyes on his lap. She took in a breath and let it out in a barely audible sigh that told him that her body has now resting. Sitting the novel on a nightstand constructed of glass and metal gargoyles, slowly he untangled himself from sheets the color of indigo. He held her head and slowly drew from beneath her as he moved from the large open canopy bed donning the same gargoyles as the nightstand. She made...
For years I had hidden my bisexual fantasies from everyone - especially my wife. She was always grossed out by the idea of 2 men having sex, or 2 women lezzing out for that matter, so I never thought to enlighten her about my true desires. That has all changed and now my sex life has gotten extremely exciting off of a sudden. It all started a month ago on my birthday. We went out for some drinks with some friends to a patio that over looks a very busy beach. There was lots of sexy guys and...
The case of Parham vs. Jerkins had not gone in favor of the Parham family. Sentenced to one hundred eighty days of enforced nudity and one hundred hours of public service for discriminatory acts against Absolutes, they were ordered to strip naked in the open courtroom. Gloria Parham had never been nude in front of anyone since she was out of diapers. As her parents stripped, reluctantly, she tried to bargain with the judge, telling him she had only been an obedient daughter to her father's...
Mother didn’t believe it was a spanking without her daughter Makaela sobbing like a baby. Makaela fully agreed that when she did something wrong she would be so ashamed of herself. She knew she truly deserved the hard spanking she would soon receive. Without being disciplined Makaela’s conscience ate at her. It was only after a hard thrashing and becoming a broken sobbing heap on her mother’s lap that she truly thought she had paid for her crimes. Her mother loved her with all her heart, but...
SpankingSure, you have to pay taxes on the interest if you deposit the money in an interest bearing account ... if you buy stocks that have capital gains or purchase property and sell it at a profit ... but if you just spend the money ... you already paid the tax. That doesn't include sales tax ... or like Kansas ... where you pay sales tax to buy things ... Then pay personal property tax on the things you own ... every year. But you paid 35 percent once ... the government can't charge you again....
Hey guys, I've been reading Fictionmania for a few years now and decided it was time to try my hand at contributing something. Let me know if this is any good and thanks for all your stories over the years. He Was a Good Guy but She Was Much Better By Katie Lynn Myers I must have wandered in that near-conscious state for hours. I was clearly awake but was too content to remain motionless with my eyes shut and too rested to return to sleep. The strangest thoughts enter the mind in...
“Bye Kim, nice to meet you Beth, have fun!” As one of my favorite customers left my shop, I topped off my coffee and went back to my crossword. Working in an adult toy store dulls some people’s sexual appetite, but even after six years mine was going strong. In the afternoons there was often a lot of time between customers, but I had ways to pass the time and keep myself amused. As I worked on the puzzle, I ground my ass into the chair to feel the butt plug shift inside me. “Maybe It’s time...
Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-95”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I was visiting my mother...
Roberto did not like his boss at all. The man was arrogant and boorish but the job was important right now so he tolerated the awful behavior. When Manuel insisted that he be invited over to their house for dinner after meeting Rosita, the lovely wife of Roberto, he dared not refuse. He broke the news to his sweetheart the best he could but she told him it would be fine. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated. It was a Friday evening...
With her little sister’s fingers running wild in her hair and love juices running down her chin, Aspen was eating pussy like soft cherry ice cream in danger of melting. She had to use a raised hand to communicate ‘you’re late!’ to her father from behind to not interrupt her tongue-fucking. “I’m so sorry,” he shouted over Brylee’s screams of pleasure. The situation did not seem out of place to him at all. Douglas put down his laptop bag, threw his keys on the console table, kicked off his...
I married my college sweetheart the summer after we both graduated, and after our honeymoon in Nassau with lots of sun and love making, we moved into our new home, a small apartment just outside of Boston. The apartment was in an old house that had been divided into four apartment units. Before we were married, without knowing many details, I was aware that Maryanne had a bit on a reputation back in her home town, and liked to flirt with other guys and men, and perhaps fool around some, but I...
Blood.. it had become my second skin, my mask of deception, my one true calling. Death, war and pain were the only things that ever pulled me back into this godforsaken reality, nothing could settle my unforgiving hands and the urge to bring never ending chaos upon this pitiful place we call earth. For many years I have wondered to many far and wide places but none of them seem to fill this gaping hole in my chest, those who I called friends have gone their separate ways from me and I can’t...
FantasyWildfremden Truckern vorgeführt und ihnen zur Benutzung in ihren Kojen überlassen worden… 1.) Meine Wenigkeit… Zu meiner Person … ich heiße Anita Jäger, ich bin 19 Jahre alt bin Single und komme aus dem Raum Darmstadt / Bickenbach. Zur Zeit absolviere ich gerade meine Ausbildung zu einer Fleischerei Fachverkäuferin. Seit ich mich vor 6 Monaten von meinem kindischen Freund getrennt hatte, hatte ich Lust auf sexuelle Abenteuer… Um diese zu finden bewegte ich mich im Internet auf der verschiedenen...
TeenHe caressed my shoulders and forearms with gentle strokes, something that usually did not happen first. My breathing was still becoming ragged just by his touch. It always did this. Master looked at me intently, as though he was trying to understand something difficult"Are you well?" I basically repeated.He didn't answer. His hands found my zipper and roughly pulled the dress down. Seeing my half-naked figure did not even appease him the slightest. The stern expression never left his face. His...
BDSMDaniel peeked out the window and watched his daughter standing next to a car, chatting with the young man who owned it. Though the day’s outing was a civil protest against a factory releasing contaminated wastewater, he could see in the manner of the couple that there was far more than a sense of civic duty motivating their time together.Though she was dressed in a conservative manner, it could do little to hide her natural allure. She had her mother’s willowy, shapely figure, and the same...
SupernaturalIt was almost spring and I had come to Oregon to explore extinct volcanoes. The Ladies, as they are collectively known, are 14,000 feet above sea lever or higher. The air up there can be thin and I was a bit wiped out, so I decided to relax and have a drink at a local bar. I hadn't realized it when I walked in, but it was obviously an all girl bar. Sometimes you just get lucky.All the girls inside were inked up with a vast collection of rings, pins, bars, and hoops, etc. I was tired and didn't...
LesbianIntroduction: Trying to remove most male dominance, not the perception. 1 of 2 Young Adaline always acted mature for her age. She always appeared older than she actually was. She was an only child, the apple of her fathers eye, and could do no wrong. Incredibly smart and confident, even in her young teens she was fully aware she turned heads everywhere she went. She grew up used to it and didnt know a world without that kind of attention existed. At least not until she was 16 and her father...
I'm not sure how we did it, but we managed to cram everything into my old compact car for our trip up to Tiffany's parents' Navachee Point cabin. Sara, Erin, and I were only going for the weekend, but the girls packed as if we would be gone a month. We would need even less stuff than we did last winter because we were going up during the summer this time. There was no chance of getting snowed in and having to spend a couple extras days. There was no need for heavy jackets and other snow...
It took thirty hours to unload the transport on arrival at the colony. Tenders transferred the pods from orbit to the surface while the families transported down separately. The colonists’ families had settled in by then, so there were no real problems moving them through the transporters, just a few wayward children. Once on the ground the colonists were someone else’s problem. The ship’s crew handed over to a dockyard crew while they took a short home leave. This system wasn’t Craig’s...