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SURPRISE

Tim Dooley is another of my neighbors on Pleasant Street. Tim’s only twenty and is attending the local community college. To save money, he’s still living at home with his parents.

Tim works part time at a local restaurant, mainly nights, and he doesn’t have class every day. He likes helping out around the house, and sometimes runs errands for his mother. As far as I know, he’s not dating anybody right now.

Lori Jacobs also lives on Pleasant Street, with her husband Lincoln. Lori’s pregnant and the other day at the market I happened to overhear her telling one of her friends that her husband seems to have lost interest in sex since she began to show.

Tim and Lori know each other. Actually, Lori used to baby sit for Tim back when she was a teenager.

Let’s suppose that Tim has always had a crush on Lori. And let’s suppose that fate somehow throws Tim and Lori together. What might happen?

OH MOMMA!

‘Could you do me a favor and drop some stuff off at Lori Jacobs’ house today?’ Tim Dooley’s mother asked the young man one morning.

‘Sure,’ he replied. He’d be only happy to see Lori, who he’d always had a crush on, again. Actually, he’d had the hots for her ever since she used to be his baby-sitter, a long time ago. She was, in his opinion, one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. She was very petite, but just the same, she had always had an incredible body, at least in Tim’s opinion. She had starred in many of the young man’s sexual fantasies over the years, but she was a lot older so he’d never even considered asking her out. When he learned she’d gotten married, he was depressed for days.

He knew she’d moved back to Pleasant Street after she and her new husband purchased her parents’ home when her folks retired and moved to Arizona. He’d been meaning to drop by and welcome her to the neighborhood, but hadn’t gotten around to it.

‘The stuff I want you to take is in the living room,’ his mother continued. ‘ It’s your old crib, playpen, and a few other things like that. I’m positive your father and I won’t need them any more.’

‘Baby things?’ Tim thought. ‘Is Lori pregnant?’ he asked, surprised that he felt a little twinge of disappointment. So much for a visit with his ‘sexy’ former babysitter.

‘I think she’s almost seven months along,’ his mother informed him. ‘I thought I told you.’

‘If you did, I don’t remember.’ Tim replied. So much for his sexual fantasies about his former baby sitter. ‘What time is she expecting me?’

‘I told her you’d bring the stuff over this morning,’ his mother replied.

Since he did have the day off, Tim didn’t mind taking the baby things over to his former baby sitter’s house. He carried the items out to his car and stuffed them in the back seat. After he finished, he went back in the house and had breakfast. After his mother left for work, he headed for Lori’s house.

Lori greeted him at the door wearing a pink sweat suit. The snug-fitting outfit did nothing to hide her obviously swollen belly. Tim was surprised to note that it didn’t look as if she’d gained much weight anywhere else, though. The rest of her tidy little body looked a lot like he remembered it. Her dark hair, which she once wore long and straight and almost reached her waist, was now cut in a very short pixyish style that looked very good on her. It actually made her look younger, Tim thought. And, even though it was fairly early in the morning, she looked as if she was wearing makeup. Obviously the Lori wasn’t letting the fact that she was pregnant give her an excuse to let herself go.

‘Hi, Timmy,’ she said, ‘How have you been? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Your Mom said you’d bring over some baby things today. I understand you’re in college now.’

‘Um…I have the stuff Mom sent over,’ Tim replied. He lifted the folded porta-crib to show her. ‘This is some of it. There’s more in the car.’

‘Put it over there,’ Lori said. She gestured toward a corner of the kitchen.

Tim set the porta-crib and high chair he had been holding down where she indicated, then he went out and got the remaining items and set them down next to the first ones. ‘There, you won’t have to buy a crib, porta-crib, high chair, or changing table now,’ he said.

‘Thanks so much for bringing those things over,’ Lori said. ‘Everyone’s been so nice. What with buying the house, money’s kind of tight. It sure helps that we won’t have to buy some of the expensive baby items.’

‘From what I’ve seen, it happens every time a woman gets pregnant the first time,’ Tim said. ‘Most of that stuff was mine.’

‘No kidding!’ Lori looked surprised. ‘Oh, I’m not being a very good hostess. Would you like a cup of coffee, Timmy?’ She paused, grinned, and chuckled. ‘You are old enough to drink coffee now, aren’t you?’

‘Yeah, I’m old enough,’ Tim said. He liked the fact that she was teasing with him. ‘I’d love a cup of coffee.’

‘I have a pot on,’ Lori said. ‘It’s out in the kitchen. She started for the kitchen.

Tim followed her to the kitchen. As he did, he noticed that her bottom, which he’d always thought was one of the better ones he’d seen, looked just as good as it always had, if not even better. Her buttocks moved wonderfully under the soft material of her sweat suit as she walked ahead of him.

‘Watch it, there,’ Tim cautioned himself. ‘You shouldn’t be having those kinds of ideas about a pregnant lady.’ But even though he tried, he couldn’t stop having exactly those kinds of thoughts.

Lori and her husband had a nice house, neatly kept, with modern furnishings. The kitchen was large and had a breakfast bar. Tim sat on one of the stools. Lori poured two cups of coffee and set them in front of them. ‘Do you take cream or sugar?’ she asked.

‘Black.’

‘Me, too.’ She climbed up on the stool next to his.

‘You cut your hair,’ Tim said.

‘Yeah, I hated to do it, but it was a real pain having to deal with that long hair and being pregnant,’ Lori replied. ‘I may let it grow again once I have the baby, I’m not sure.’

‘I like the short haircut,’ Tim said.

Lori smiled at him. ‘Do you?’

He felt himself blushing as he nodded.

‘So you’re at community college?’ she asked.

‘Yep, in my second year,’ Tim replied.

‘What are you studying?’

‘I’m getting my associate’s degree in English,’ he said. ‘I’ve been offered a partial scholarship in a teaching program after I graduate.’

Lori giggled softly. ‘I have a hard time picturing you as a teacher,’ she chuckled. ‘I remember you as the bratty kid I used to baby-sit for.’

‘Was I really that bratty?’ Tim asked.

Lori laughed. ‘No, not really. Actually, you were a pretty good kid,’ she said. ‘You didn’t give me half as much trouble as some of the kids I sat for.’ She shook her head. ‘That seems like another world, though. Seems like just a little while ago I was your sitter, now here I am, pregnant, and you’re all grown up and in college.’

‘Time marches on,’ Tim said. ‘Although I’m not that sure I’m all grown up yet.’

‘Sometimes time marches,’ Lori snorted. ‘But sometimes it crawls.’

Her comment puzzled Tim. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked.

‘You’ve never been pregnant,’ she replied. She laughed. ‘And I guess you never will be, huh, being a guy and all. This has been the longest six and a half months of my life.’

‘Isn’t the pregnancy going well?’ Tim asked.

She shrugged. ‘It’s normal, I guess. The doctor says everything’s fine and the baby is healthy.’

‘You scared?’

She nodded. ‘I sure am.’

Tim patted her on the shoulder. ‘No problem. You’ll do fine.’

‘That’s easy for you to say,’ Lori retorted. ‘You don’t have to go through having your body get all gross and disgusting. After this one, I’m not having any more kids. No way. This one’s already messed up my life enough.’

Tim didn’t
think her body was gross and disgusting at all. ‘Oh?’ he said, interested in her comment. ‘How is that?’

She sipped her coffee and nodded. ‘My husband, Link, was all excited about my being pregnant…until I started to show. Then, all of a sudden, he’s ‘sleepy’ or ‘tired’ or something every time I hint at wanting to make love. He hardly ever hugs me or kisses me any more and he told me he thought I should be wearing pajamas to bed!’ She stared into her cup, then looked up at him. He could see the tears that had welled up in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bugging you with my problems.’

‘That’s OK,’ Tim said. ‘I don’t mind.’ He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at her. ‘You know, I think you look great…hot, really.’ The minute the words were out of his mouth, he thought, ‘What the hell did I say that for?’

‘You’re kidding!’ Lori looked amazed. ‘How…how can you say that? I mean, my body’s so…so yukky.’

Tim shook his head. ‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘I think you’re even prettier now that you’re pregnant.’

‘Timmy Dooley, what’s gotten into you?’ Lori asked. ‘I don’t remember you being like this when I used to baby sit for you.’ She grinned and shook her head. ‘I wish my husband felt the way you do about how I look.’ She patted her belly. ‘I know you’re trying to be nice, but I’m a realist. I see myself in the mirror. I guess I can’t blame him.’

‘You look good to me,’ Tim said without thinking. ‘You always have.’ The minute the words left his mouth, he felt his face getting warm.

Lori stared at him with a surprised look on her pretty face. ‘I…I do? You really mean that?’

Tim nodded. ‘I sure do,’ he said, ‘there’s something about a woman who’s regnant, a kind of glow…’

‘Yeah, sure,’ she snorted. ‘You can say that, but you don’t mean…’

Just like that, she was crying. Tim had never been comfortable around crying women and wasn’t sure what to do. He did know that sometimes a hug helps, so that’s what he did. He slid his arm around his former baby-sitter and leaned forward a little. ‘You’ll be ok, you really will,’ he said softly. ‘And I did mean what I said about you being prettier now than you were before you got pregnant. I think you’re the prettiest woman I know.’

Lori leaned toward him as his arm went around her, and put her head on his shoulder. She let him hold her as she cried. It surprised Tim to feel his penis stiffening in his jeans when she pressed against him.

‘Th…thanks, Tim,’ she stammered into his shoulder, ‘I…I needed that. God! It’s been so long since I’ve had a hug.’

She went to straighten up, went off balance, and almost slipped off the stool. Trying to support herself, she wound up with a hand between the young man’s legs, brushing against his stiffening organ. He pushed her back up onto the stool, but her hand didn’t seem to want to lose contact with what it had found.

‘You…you…’ Lori gazed at him wide-eyed.

Tim wasn’t sure what to say, so he kissed her. He wasn’t sure what she’d do about that, but he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t seem to have a lot of impulse control.

Lori moaned softly and returned his kiss with far more passion than he expected. Her slender arms slid around his neck and her swollen belly pressed against him, amplifying his excitement. He thrust his tongue between her lips and it was met by hers. Her arms tightened around his neck and her tongue lashed his.

He slid his hands under her sweatshirt, cupped her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples. His action brought impassioned moans from her. Her breasts were hard and felt swollen.

‘What…what are we going to do?’ she gasped when the kiss finally ended.

Tim didn’t respond. Instead, he managed to get her bra undone and once he did, his hands cupped her hot, smooth flesh, and his thumbs resumed their caress of her rock-hard nipples. Lori’s mouth fell open and her head rolled on her shoulders.

‘Oh! Oh, Timmy! Oh, God, Timmy!’ she groaned, her hands pressing his against her. ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’

Tim had never made love to a before in his life and was a bit nervous. He was pretty sure there wasn’t much chance of harming the baby, but wasn’t sure how to get Lori her from the kitchen to a place more appropriate for making love.

Lori solved the problem for him. She slid off the stool, holding his hands against her breasts, and looked up at him. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom! Please!’ she moaned. ‘Please! Don’t give me time to think!’

Tim knew where the master bedroom was and it didn’t take long to get there. Once inside, he stripped Lori’s sweatshirt off, then pressed her back until she was sitting on the bed.

‘I…I’m not…pretty…this…way…’ she murmured, ‘I…’

Tim silenced her with a kiss. ‘You’re gorgeous,’ he said after the second kiss ended. At the same time, his hands worked her sweatpants and panties down over her swollen belly.

‘How…how can you…you…stand…to…to look at me?’ she whispered. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

‘Like I said, I think you’re gorgeous,’ Tim said and meant it. ‘I always have.’ He’d often fantasized what she’d look like naked, and had actually seen her in pretty scanty bikinis a time or two, but he found the way she looked now incredibly exciting. She had gained a little weight, but only in her belly which was stretched tight and had blue veins showing against her pale skin. Faint stretch marks were evident, too.

Lori’s breasts were swollen, too. Bluish stretch marks showed on their pale surfaces. Her nipples, surpassingly large, protruded from the rounded masses they capped.

Tim leaned forward, drew a rigid nub between his lips and began suckling, like a baby. Lori moaned and clutched his head. ‘Oh! Oh, God, Timmy! So Long! It’s been so long! That feels so good!’

‘How could her husband not want to do this?’ Tim wondered while he sucked her distended nipples and lashed them with his tongue. Not only were they wonderful to look at, they were incredibly sensitive, too! While he tantalized her breasts with his lips, his hands slid gently over the rest of her body.

He got a surprise when the baby inside her moved and one of its appendages pressed against his seeking hand. Surprisingly, contact with the baby inside Lori added to his desire. Over her belly, through her pubic hair, his hand moved, seeking her vagina, wanting to add to the thrills he was giving her.

‘Uh!’ Lori grunted when his finger contacted her labia. ‘Oh!’ she gasped and her hips thrust upward when his fingers contacted the swollen bud of her clit. ‘That feels so good! Ah! Ah! Ah!’

She was soaking wet! Tim couldn’t imagine why her husband didn’t want to make love to her! She was so lovely and so responsive! His fingers slid through her swampy opening, then he thrust one finger into her. His thumb rubbed her clit while his digit probed her insides.

‘Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!’ Lori cried, her hips twisting and turning wildly. ‘Yes!’

Tim abandoned her breasts and began kissing the tightly stretched skin covering her distended belly. Once again, he experienced contact with the baby inside her when it kicked against his exploring lips. All the while, his finger continued to thrust into her and his thumb kept rubbing her swollen clit. Lori was going wild.

‘Yes! Oh, yes! More! More!’ she cried. ‘I love it! So long! So long! It’s been so long!’

As Tim kissed his way down over her swollen belly, Lori realized what the young man planned to do. Her hips arched upward, off the bed. ‘Yes! Eat me, Timmy! Give me your tongue! Give me your tongue!’

His tongue replaced his thumb on her clit and she exploded. ‘Wah! Yes! I’m…oh, God, Timmy…I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-uh-uh-uh-uh!’

Tim, with his face buried between Lori’s legs, could feel how frantically her hips were twisting, thrusting, and squirming. ‘How long has it been since her husband made love to her?’ he w
ondered. Obviously quite a long time, given the power of her orgasm! His erection jumped and stiffened, trying to tear its way out of his jeans. He wanted her! He wanted her bad!

He began to shed his clothes while he continued working her over with his fingers and tongue. It seemed to take a long time before her orgasm was complete, but eventually the wild spasms shaking her body began to calm and she lay still on the bed, her chest heaving, staring at him.

‘My God, Timmy! That was so incredible!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, God! I needed that so much!’ She watched while Tim finished taking his clothes off. When he was naked, he stretched out next to her on the bed and she was in his arms, kissing him while his erection pressed against her distended abdomen.

‘I want more, Timmy!’ she exclaimed between kisses. ‘I don’t care! I want more! I need more! What you did, that just took the edge off!’

Tim’s erection, trapped between their bellies, felt movement as the baby once more shifted inside her. It was unbelievably thrilling to the young man!

Tim had every intention of giving her what she wanted. Actually, he was so turned on he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to, but he sure as heck didn’t want to stop and, obviously, neither did Lori. He intended to give her as much as she could handle. The only thing he was worried about was that he was quite a bit bigger than Lori. He didn’t think the missionary position would be a good idea. But there are other ways to make love.

‘Roll over, so your back’s to me,’ he said.

‘OK.’ Lori turned, then snuggled back against him, her firm bottom caressing his erection. ‘Oh, Timmy, I like this!’ she cooed. ‘I like having you against me like that!’ She moaned softly as he slid an arm over her and cupped a bloated breast, tweaking the nipple. ‘Yes! Oh, God, Timmy, yes!’ she crooned. She moved her hips and his swollen organ probed between her firm wonderfully shaped buttocks.

Tim slid his hand down her leg, pulled it back over his, then he pressed the tip of his erect penis against her wet labia. He shifted his hips a little, and his engorged shaft began to enter her.

‘Oh!’ she groaned. ‘That’s it, baby! I want you! Put it in me, Timmy!’ Her hand pushed his aside and her hips moved, trying to get more of him into her. He could feel her fingers pushing at his erection, trying to stuff it inside her! She really did need this!

He pushed his erection deeper and deeper into her surprisingly snug opening, feeling her warmth engulf him and the rippling walls caress him. Ripples of delight went up his back. He struggled to hold back, to slide into her slowly, so he could savor the fantastic sensations.

‘Oh, God, Timmy!’ she murmured. ‘It feels so good to have you me! I needed this so bad!’

‘How…long…has…has… it… been?’ he grunted. Waves of ecstasy washed over him. This was far more exciting than he ever dreamed it would be.

‘Too damn long!’ she replied. She began rocking her hips and his erection slid easily in and out of her snug slit. ‘Way too damn long!’

Tim was more aroused than he could ever remember being. He needed to come! He gripped her hips and drove into her, shaking her petite body. It did occur to him that the baby probably had no idea what was happening, but that thought faded as passion engulfed him.

‘Oh, God, Lori…I…can’t…I can’t wait!’ he groaned. ‘I’m too close! I’m gonna come! Oh, Jesus, am I ever!’

‘Come, baby!’ Lori crooned. ‘I want to feel you come! Please!’ Her hips began moving with increasing urgency.

Tim couldn’t hold back any longer. Like and uncoiling spring, his insides unwound, spewing what felt like an endless supply of his hot cream. ‘Ah, yeah! Take it!’ he cried, as spasms of wonder wracked his body.

‘I can feel it! Oh, God, I can feel you coming! It’s so hot!’ Lori cried as his spend splattered her insides. Her body quivered. ‘Yes! Oh, yes, Timmy! I…I’m…oh, God…I’m coming! Again! I’m coming again! Yes! Yes!’ Her tidy bottom squirmed against Tim, milking all of the joy she could get out of him, wringing every last bit of pleasure possible from their passionate connection.

Her wild motions eventually calmed, then stopped, and they laid there, pressed together spoon fashion, with Tim’s half-hard erection still in Lori, savoring the aftermath of their wild encounter.

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YOUNG MEN AND OLDER WOMEN When they reach the age of puberty and their sexual juices start flowing, most young men’s thoughts turn to older women. Sometimes they get a crush on a teacher, a neighbor or, perhaps, an older girl in school. Usually, these crushes don’t amount to anything. Once in a while, they do. In literature and film younger man/older woman romances have provided the basis of some memorable stories. Mrs. Robinson became a household word after seducing young Benjamin in ‘The...

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Pleasant Street Ch 11

SUMMER GETAWAY Sometimes you have to get away from the craziness of everyday life. Things get hectic, you can’t concentrate, and you’re feeling uptight. That’s why vacations were invented. Nothing calms you like getting away to a quiet cabin on a hidden lake in the mountains. There you can be alone, enjoy the peace and quiet, andd1if you have tod1get some work done. Lots of people do just that every year. It works for them. On the other hand, even remote cabins sometimes have neighbors. One...

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Pleasant Moments

Pleasant Moments by Kellie Nadine I lost the dreams' reality it went swirling through my head The passion of the evening and the wet spot in the bed As daylight crept upon me disolving pleasant thoughts I wondered of the reasons am I him now? really not Maybe dreams won't change us but pleasant moments do Just remember that you're special and to yourself be true -Kellie

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PalimpsestChapter 11 Pleasant Assignation

Both Joe's and L's internal clocks woke them within fifteen minutes of each other. When L emerged carefully from the daybed, Joe shifted away from his lover and rose having been awake and enjoying her steady breaths and calm face, startling L. "You too hunh," commented the PI. "I go for a run every morning," explained Joe, finding his small bag and extracting warm ups. "Me too," L responded, shamelessly stretching her short voluptuous nakedness in front of the more reserved Joe. He...

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Prince of the street

Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes...

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A Most Pleasant Awakening

So lately I've been making a number of orders from Amazon meaning that I've pretty much constantly been waiting on deliveries. You see I live in a block of flats with a secure entry and whenever I've got a package on the way I need to make sure I'm awake and ready to let the deliveryman in. It's a pain but it does allow for some rather risqué moments. Risqué moments which have through the lens of the imagination given rise to the most pleasant fantasies.Only two days ago I was waiting for...

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Walk On The Street

Walk On The Street By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Internal Affairs "So you seem to be clear on this one Musgrove. What are you gonna do now? Take some time, hit the beach? Go to Disneyworld? I hear gay days are coming up." Roberts made his usual attempt at humor and was as funny as always, which is to say, not at all. Gerry knew he was finished as a cop. Once you did anything for Internal Affairs you either went upstairs with a promotion or your life was hell. He was very certain...

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Shadows on the Street

If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...

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Pleasant Street Ch 07 Pt 01

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel’s best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn’t live on Pleasant Street, but he’s there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he’s just pulled into Mel’s driveway. Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn’t home and he’s at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don’t usually do. Is it possible something’s going to happen here? I know...

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Pleasant Street Ch 10 Pt 0304

FRIENDS AND LOVERS The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved. Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very...

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Pleasant Street Ch 08

Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn’t have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he’s coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn’t coming with him, either. Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a...

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A pleasant surprise

A pleasant surprise After a short period living in Boston, Victor and I moved again to Atlanta, a place where a hard big black cock could be found easily around the street corner.My dear husband was still flying abroad every week, leaving me home alone for several days … and not only alone but horny also.I started working for a lawyer firm downtown. One of my coworkers was a black young man called Aaron, he was newly married to a white pretty girl; so, I supposed he was enticed to white women.I...

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Garys Golf Outing Chapter 15 Pleasant Dreams

Chapter 15 - Pleasant Dreams On my way to Kimberly and Christie's condo, I drove under the speed limit so as not to attract attention from state troopers. But I was greeted by light-blinking and horn-honking from several 18-wheeler jockies. You'd think these assholes would be watching where they're going instead of trying to look up women's (and cross dressers') dresses. My blouse was revealing some cleavage and my skirt was showing my garters holding up my red fishnet stockings, so...

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A Very Pleasant Evening at the BallparkChapter 2 A Very Pleasant Evening at the Ballpark Continued

The next couple of innings passed in a pleasant glow. Jenny was still a bit tipsy, but she was happy, comfortable with herself (finally), and very into both the game and me. And of course, the little bitch couldn't resist continually asking me how my nuts were. I just smiled and said they were fine. Payback's a bitch, and especially so if it's a surprise! At the start of the ninth, when the eager-to-be-firsters started streaming for the exits, I led Jenny up the steps one last time, to...

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The House on Montague Street

Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...

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The man across the street

The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...

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The Lady of Bathe Street

Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...

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The Cuck Across the Street

So it is a nice warm summer night. The k**s are all outside playing in the street and I have my garage open and I am working on my bike. Just a check over and a very good cleaning. I was planning on heading out tomorrow for a ride just to get away for the day. The night was cooling off finally and I pulled out a lawn chair and popped a beer. I was just sitting on my drive when one of the neighbors came over to say hi. I offered Dave a beer as I found out his name.he grabbed another chair and he...

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The Mean Street

"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."--Rod Serling *** The Mean Street ... A TWILIGHT ZONE story By Anon Allsop Marlene was a young girl that had made poor decisions all throughout her life, decisions that for one reason or another would haunt her until the day she would die. A day to be determined on the mean...

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Andrea Street

Bob Casey is an expert skier. He wished that he had the talent to make the United States Olympic ski team. He was in awe of the skiers that did, both men and women. Three winters ago, he was at the bottom of the nine turns that start the "Nose Dive" at Stowe, Vermont, with Billy Woods. Billy hollered to him above the shrieking of the wind, "There she is, whoa!" A woman in full tuck, clad in the red, white, and blue of the American ski team flashed by, down the fifty-eight percent grade, at...

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How I met my wife on the street

This happened in the summer of 2010. I'm just a normal guy with a good job and I have never ever just straight up picked a girl up off the streets. When I go to work I have to drive through the South side of Richmond Virginia every day and I see them d**g up crack hookers working the street trying to find some d**g money, 80% of them I wouldn't even want to talk to or touch with a 1000 feet poll. Occasionally...I may see one where I'm like well dam what is she doing out here? But even then...

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Franklin Street

Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie’s arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother ‘ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it’s yir birthday darlin’ come an’ see whit ah’ve goat fur ye ‘ Katy pulled his little body into her fur coat and swirled him dizzy in her bosom. She grinned her...

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Sin Street

He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that...

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Little Twitch Down The Street

What a fucking tease! That fourteen-year-old little tease loves to strut her stuff for me. Today Amanda was wearing a bra that made her big tits stick straight out in that tight short white sweater. The sweater was form fitting around each of her breasts enhancing them nicely. Her ultra low raise blue jean mini skirt showed a whole lot of skin below her bellybutton. I swear that it was low enough to show pubic hair if she hadn’t shaved it. Plus that micro mini skirt just barely covered her...

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Anita and some workers across the street

Anita and some workers across the street That Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day… But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up… I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs. Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly...

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Snatched off the street

Never take a shortcut you aren’t’ familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day....

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Deadend street

My name is John Doe and I am in my third year in college. Every year my parents go on a vacation for a month and I come back to house sit. That way I can mow the lawn and take care of the pool. I also help my old coach teach soccer. I love the game and it keeps me in shape. My parent’s house is in a dead-end street and the field is at the end of the street. Just cross a couple of trees, jump the creek, over the fence and you’re there. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday,...

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Crossing The Street

"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I don't have time for this bullshit, Sonia." "No, really, I mean it, I...

Reluctance
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Anita and some workers across the street

Anita and some workers across the streetThat Saturday morning I was glad to have a day for myself, really a free day... But close to ten o´clock some repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on my neighbor`s house across the street made me finally wake up…I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at my body, looking carefully specially my round buttocks and my thighs.Suddenly a strange motion behind me called my attention. I turned around and saw I was standing directly in...

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Snatched off the street

Never take a shortcut you aren't' familiar with was what I was taught as a young k**. 'Don't go down dark alleys.' 'Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something'Well this time I didn't listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When...

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The House on Sackett Street

The House on Sackett Street A love Story By Elizabeth Jane McDonald PROLOGUE The long hell was finally over and the government men left the house. I was alone at last in my new home. Alone, at last, with my new identity, my new name, my new past, and my new future. I was happy... and sad. I walked around the house for a while. It was filled with nice furniture, nice linens, and nice pictures on the wall. The living room was complete with a couch, two nice overstuffed...

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The Madam of Fletcher Street

THE MADAM ON FLETCHER STREET   by Mistress Tressa The madam had just turned sixty five years old, but for her there would be no social security. Madam Lorraine had a scant employment history, for the past forty years she had operated a high class bordello on Fletcher St.Nestled in an older and affluent neighborhood, the two story house was one of the city’s best kept secrets. It catered to the wealthy and prominent, elected officials were amongst the most frequent clientele. It had never raided...

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A girl across the street

The first house I bought was across from a student home. My study room was right in front of the student home. I would spend some of my evenings and nights in my study room gaming or working at my computer. In the room right in front of mine lived a beautiful young lady with dark hair and about 1.75 meters tall. That would be around 5 foot 9. I had already noticed her several times walking by. We had exchanged some smiles. I also could look very well into her room, especially when it would be...

Voyeur
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The Street

I was younger then. Much younger.But I was even then hooked on bondage. I remember the exact moment when I became interested in SB. I was sitting in a small adult theatre in Copenhagen and was watching a succession of BDSM films. Back then it was 8mm (non digital) and usually the theatre owner strung them together on one large reel so he didn't have to change reels more than every twenty minutes. As a woman it was fairly unusual to sit in an adult theatre with a load of groaning men huddled...

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The Woman Across the Street

"And I want every speck of dirt off that window. Do you hear me, Isidor? Every speck." "Yes dear." Isidor Rosenberg stood at his 17th floor kitchen window. It was 90° with no breeze, and the apartment was as hot inside as it was outside. Isidor breathed heavily as he smeared Windex ® around the windowpane. His wife, Dara, had been harping at him to clean the windows all day. 90° or not. Those windows will be cleaned. Isidor stopped and stared out the window. He could see a bit of the Manhattan...

Masturbation
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Twelve Maxbridge Street

This is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...

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Streetchild

He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...

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The guys owning that nice dog across the streetbi

I was again on all fours onto my marital bed; my wet cunt being pumped for the third time by Twister, the nice Great Dane across the street.My girlfriend Helena had caught me fucking that sweet dog and she had left.But then I heard other footsteps climbing the stairs to my bedroom. This time it was not Helena; but those spoiled teen agers across the street.Luke and Matt were the real owners of that nice Great Dane, although their slut mother had trained him to fuck desperate housewives around...

2 years ago
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Streetcar

Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...

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